On the fringes

[En marge]

Shaking
w/ fists clenched
laughing manically at the stars

I’m sick of soulfully believing w/
such faith & blind trust
that I go hungry
standing on the fringes
of what known
universe

empty arms stretched
open wide

there’s no
underground railroad
& there was never
an easy way
out.

*

[Marge II]

There’s no savior coming
for me
or a happy ending
but I accept the pain anyway

I have no choice in where I’m going
but it’s up to me to find my way
don’t you see
don’t you see I’m not able to see
where all this is taking me
& in the end
I find it difficult to care

sometimes I cry but it takes me
nowhere

there’s the way you
feel & see
then there’s the way
it just is & has
to be.