I HAVE BEEN DISCARDED

because I have no one to turn to for love (except God)

It’s as if I am the plague, a virus that is avoided at all cost,

My life has been altered and my true meaning has been lost.

I have been discarded, torn, crumpled ,and put out in the cold,

This is not the way I wanted my life to truly unfold.

 

I am a forgotten part of life that has been thrown to the side of the road.

I am trying to keep my head up and to carry this heavy load,

Life has thrown me out as trash and buried me in the rotten soil,

I cry, not for myself, but for all the others in the same turmoil.

 

I t is a struggle when you are the outcast of your land

It’s a hardship for the strongest and toughest of man.

To fight the might of life is a bitter battle in frustration,

As if the world sees me as a devilish and dangerous creation.

 

My heart and soul carry the pain of abandonment and sorrow.

I see no change in the cold and blistery tomorrows.

I am outcast now, thrown to the wolves of enlightenment,

And I have accepted that this is what is truly meant.

 

I cry, not for me, but for those that may be in the same situation,

I cry for life, for it knows not what the final summation is.

I cry for the struggles that have become part of my survival,

I cry because I know that there is no true revival.

 

REB (MARCH 2012)