UNTITLED 6

Today, I sat staring at the sky’s face
Searching for a sign that this is my place
Facial fluids rolled down in slow motion
Conveying those unanswered unspoken questions

Words cannot describe the anomaly
Of being lost in the place that founded me
That twist in a tale of the ugly duckling
Yet to find a sense or place of belonging

All efforts as a living being to adapt
Earned the title “bereft and daft
Good to be used and stressed out
like an orange with its juices sucked out

Its like a knife plunged in my chest
When I'm told am not good enough
But is this fact that they attest
A valid proof of my diminished Worth?

It should not really matter
Somehow i have the power
To transform my own situation
And change their perception of me

Still fate will have its way
And what will be will be
No matter what i do or say
I must heed the callings of destiny

As i am being thrown into the incinerator
A message i pray thee for the mystery
Creator
In reverence of your perfection something went amiss
I can't not blame You but i never asked for any of this....