Sitting Among Strangers

I am sitting among strangers,
Strangers in the night,
I sit among the unknown,
The new,
Yet old strangers,

I sit among the living,
I sit among the dead,
Dead of night,
Yet I am alive,
Or am I

Is this life,
Is this hell,
The dank sour stench of failure,
Inhabits my dreams,
My visions,
My sight.

I sit among the morning dew
I sit among the evening rain,
I sit among the light of the witching hour.

I feel safe and secure,
I feel loved and unloved,

I am, but,


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By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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