a worldly child.

what i am

is less than nought

distraught

and caught

in taut webs

in branching trees

in a world i hate

a world that hates me

what i am

is nothing more

than a knot

in my skin

causing sores

more to bore

and what i had

was less than useful

more than i could handle

ways i am not able

held up as a child

brought to the land

where the sand

has abandoned

the man

for the men

for the all

for the group

for the call

of the world

when it screams

leaving all dreams

to fall

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