Solitary ... The Black Sheep
Solitary...
I am the black sheep.
I hear the different drummer.
They draw near
because I am an oddity
a curiosity, if you will
I can’t count them,
there are many
But I am the loneliest person
in the world
I long to find one
who hears the drummer
or has written the same song
I long to say
“You too?”
and hear a
palatable response
but black sheep
never know that.
The drummer
sounds
for only one
a solitary existence
this is not a life,
it is survival at best.
So solitary,
that even the silence
echoes.