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Alienated
My corner slightly jagged,
I fail to secure myself,
Out of place once again.
Like so many other times in my life,
My soul continues to weep,
Longing to find a way to fit at last.
This form feels as if it never belonged,
Not sure if this design was made with purpose at all,
I linger confused at an abandoned existence.
Trashed,
Scattered,
Alone in the heap we call life...
Life Is Not A Heap
It is a mountain weight and survival is hellish, but you push back, you shove off tonnage, and climb. "...I linger confused at an abandoned existence..." is a fine line of poetry. I am a fan of "empty/vacuum" images. - slc