Another for Halloween:

Outcast
by Michael Romani

There are those with affinity
Shared brokenness cast within infinity
Those who find company with the sad men
And pleasure in the darkness of bad men

I am one of those
Self consumed and chose
The man born to be the outcast
A memory of the past that won't last

Out of the shadow in blood frenzy
Former friends pretend they don't know me
As I creep in the shadows of this city
Feigning that what is ugly is pretty

And yet, I am born to live
No matter who will not forgive
We recite in two part harmony
Words fallow and beckon to you and me

I seek my silent place in God's solace
Where the brave might stare into His face
Certain of a peace that's found in the small
All the details that swell until tall

There in the kind touch of a hand
Is perhaps the one heart to understand
It's lethal that touch that brings love
The kind that shines like pure sparkle from above

(c) October 15, 2018  Michael Romani
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