Persona

A free verse poem. Maybe about an existential crises.

I am an oddity to people.

Not by malice but happenstance.

A cacophony of bemusing curios like a circus on parade.

A background character in a pop-up comic book.

A cutout standing on the horizon as dawn break casts my visage against the wall.

Walking by without notice, they do not curse the shade, rejoice reprieve from heat of day, nor mourn the sunrays, ‘tis as clouds overhead, only a passing thing.

Whereas light bears its substance; shadows are merely the mirage of absence, nothing of consequence.