The torment of aberrance

As I waved, I looked wistfully

At the waif of a being that was

Washed over me, was a wave of

Unbridled emotions, at life’s faux pas

I stood there rooted in silence,

Enveloped by all his ailing

There I was, helpless, tongue tied

Unaware of my own flailing.

Innocuously inane

I look at you, making faces.

You contort into mockery.
The world perceived, judges
While you play our your genes
Silliness defines you, pervades
Whilst others worry about mores
You dance to your own tunes
Pacing, lost in thought, chattering
Defiant and indignant
Piques in the constancy of conflict.