Is there herd immunity to loneliness?
I find myself something of a black sheep,
Not in familial terms,
But societal ones,
I find myself overmuch grazing alone,
These ebony rags of wool grow tiresome,
I hate how they suit me,
Like this I despise my form,
The mealy stench of my visage and attitude,
The feeble and disgusting sound of my bleat,
I have played the misanthropic loner for long enough,
I’d much rather be part of that herd,
Their grass looks far greener,
I don’t want to be me,
Can I instead be one of them?
WorldofHarley 
Is the grass greener, or another illusion painted with rose colored glass. Excellent work!
It’s not always easy to tell, particularly for myself. 😔
Thank you kindly my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Pleasure. Cheers🙂
Ahh, but the grass isn’t always greener. Wonderfully expressed!
It can sometimes be hard to tell. Thank you kindly my friend.
The Oldschool Harlequin
I completely understand how hard it can be to tell. The wonders of the life, will we ever fully understand it? Probably not.
You’re absolutely correct my friend. I’m inclined to agree!
The Oldschool Harlequin