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Nothing,
I amount to nothing,
not the trees,
not the grass.
Nor a window,
not the glass.
I have no talent
Or anything to show.
Not musical comprehension.
Not a recherché in art.
If I were to try,
I wouldn't, couldn't, start.
There is nothing that I am,
or ever will be.
Nothing,
an abyss.
Or at least nothing that I can see.
To be an empty shell,
to live in this... Hell,
can bring me back to earth,
I'm a simple worker;
from birth.
I cannot wander,
I cannot stray,
Because forever my mind will be grey.
I wont be missed,
not here,
nor there.
So do what you want;
Hit me, insult me, stare.
But when you fail,
an empty bucket,
a rusted through pale:
rusted in to dust.
I will not pick you up,
as you crumble into dust.





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reman5This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Apr. 3, 2012 at 9:30 am
great poem and great rhymes :) I can relate in some level and I think it takes courage to write about it.
 
Critique replied...
Sept. 10, 2012 at 7:22 am
I wrote this so long ago and when I saw that I had a comment I was baffled. I didn't know what it was going to say or whether it would even be relevant. But thank you. I guess I shuold continue posting.
 
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