This is very expressive and makes one think how one can go back to before. I like this.

Oh, this is good, Damian.

There’s a song in there somewhere.Obviously in a minor key.

Great write🤘

I would be bored with the norm as well. This is good Damian

Powerful writing, my friend.

First this can be both a poem and a song, it has the beat of a song. Second, You said in your note that instead of thinking wiser You rolled with it, but truth to be said your poem from first line to the final is all wisdom. For me this is a monologue with the inner self to make sense of what is not sense, To be aware of everything that happened and what is needed to be changed, the “had enough” and welling to breaking the patten of the same repeation is felt in the final verse, your poems always has a personal feeling and that make them special.

Oh damn, that last verse hit hard. After each of the other verses, it became a hammer of defiance. I’m not sure I believe in a norm. It always just strikes me as others expecting you to be more like them. Meet them at their level because they’re too lazy to move. To evolve. No thank you. This is another strong piece. And I think just rolling with it worked out beautifully, my friend

Nice.

Powerful work, my friend. Vivid and sharp.

Damian when the illusions melt away and the masks are gone there is a great since of liberation as well as sadness. Not fitting in can make one feel alone but at the same time emancipated from a lifetime of being a square peg in a round hole. Truly great poetry here, my friend. You have given me the reader a glimpse into a life that is honest to oneself. I am most enriched to have read this.

John

Hi, Usha. Thanks for reading it, and I would love to help you; but part of the plot for this story is to use your computer or phone to search the web for a French to English translator and use it to tell you the words in English. The translator aps are free to use, mostly. Or you could go back to school and study the French language like I did, and now I know enough French to write a French poem, and this is the only time and place in my life that my education has paid off. Huzzah! Well, now you’ve got the tool to get the words — but that won’t tell you the meaning. That’s for you to figure out. Not even a fancy education like mine will give you that. You will need to think hard about what the words mean. They say different things to different people, Usha. Perhaps the original meaning is known only by the author.

I know those words! Only French I actually know. And I’ve used that phrase myself a time or two