Twice In My Life... Poem by Frank Avon

Twice In My Life...



I'll have to admit,
I was told,
I wasn't in it.

Once, I was young,
just commencing,
as we said back then.

All of them said,
and, of course, I knew
it had to be true.

I ran away,
into the deep dark woods.
Nobody had to know

if I wept.

Older now,
in my eighties,

I've been denied
my own country.
I don't fit.

Sixty million
silent voices
scream at me:

'You're out of it.'
'Stop your whining.'
'You're the misfit.''

They've slapped away
the only where
I've wanted to be.

I'm in mourning
for all we've lost.
I cannot breathe.

There's no deep woods
I can run to now
where I can weep.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: bullying,election,politics
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem in written in triadic lines (like those of William Carlos Williams) : hence, of each triplet the second line should be indented and the third line indented twice. I'm sorry PH does not permit this.

For twelve years, from first grade through graduation, I was bullied. As anyone knows who's had the experience, one comes to believe what the bullies say. Fortunately, for me, college was a whole new world. I found myself and liked where I was. My whole life since then has been richly blessed - could hardly have been better. Until last November (2016) . I grieve at what is happening in our country; I grieve even more that 60 million people chose to have it this way. I understand, but my grief cannot be assuaged.
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