Read Poem: THE INSIDERS, by Gwendolyn May

I could tell by the swagger in His step-
The glazed glisten in His eyes-
That madness moved His very core.
His slumping shoulders carried him to the floor.

As His aimless arms
Twisted round His broken body
He stared at the door.
Raged by rejection-
He swaggers and sways like a lost Stray.
Back to the cold,
Inside society rumbles.
This thin, tall, tired Bum scrapes and shakes outside the norm.
Lost and lingering between,
Caution and contempt
Sourley seeping from His cold core.

Inside-the steady roar
Outside- the hungry bore.

Alone.
He sways and swaggers-
On His way.
Left longing and sitting just outside the norm.

The soft blue eyes sway to sadness.
The evil madness of the inside
Echoes in little ears
Evoking every envy.

No compassion, only Cold.
Inside-the steady roar
Outside- the hungry bore.

The swaggering steps sway
Slow sweeps of heavy feet on city streets.
To nothingness and nowhere is His norm.
The night lights linger,
Constant callous reminders.
Glimmering and gliding on the wild windy road.
Alone.
Twisted and tangled with His sadness.
Mangled by His own madness.

Inside-the steady roar
Outside- the hungry bore.