Sunday, October 7, 2018

Illogic Reigns


Illogic Reigns



In the din
of a crowded room
illogic reigns
pushing me
to the middle
of the arena
An isolated gladiator
unchallenged
ignored
invisible.

I slip
between the web
move
to the outskirts
Now outside
looking in
not belonging,
not fitting in.

I’m overwhelmed
with the need
to escape
and disappear
No one notices
No one cares.

I’m trying to describe what happens to me sometimes when I’m in a crowd. It is illogical. I know I belong. I know I can fit in. I just have to talk to people. But sometimes – I don’t even know what to call it, just that it is overwhelming – I just have to get out of there, to escape.

--Sasha Wolfe