Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

Sitting Among Strangers

I am sitting among strangers,
Strangers in the night,
I sit among the unknown,
The new,
Yet old strangers,

I sit among the living,
I sit among the dead,
Dead of night,
Yet I am alive,
Or am I

Is this life,
Is this hell,
The dank sour stench of failure,
Inhabits my dreams,
My visions,
My sight.

I sit among the morning dew
I sit among the evening rain,
I sit among the light of the witching hour.

I feel safe and secure,
I feel loved and unloved,

I am, but,


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