Odd One Out Poem by Laurel Lujan

Odd One Out



Peering behind the clouds
Angels are playing
While I'm the odd one out

Frolicking, strumming their golden harps
Gazing with vicious envy
With the plucking of each string

My heart begins to turn stark
To the sickening flow of their melody
Darker and darker

My pumping organ
Filled with blood, but now
Drenching in void

'Odd one out, ' they call
To the one that they avoid
Abruptly they stop

There...
Is...
No...
Sound...

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