Broken apart on the ground bleeding
Ripped up, life receding
Can’t move on, do want to move on
All urges to progress gone
Left to your own fate
Left outside the gate
Unfit to be on the inside
Too weak to hold pride
Welcome to the World, doesn’t it blow?
Especially when you can’t follow the flow
And people cast you out among from all the rest
Thrown away because your traits they detest
Didn’t even have to say a word to anyone
And the weighing and judging was done
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~