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25/06/09
Steer clear of my way
I need to get down on my knees
Pleading for one more opportunity
Eternally forgotten in the mob
Manoeuvre myself to the dais
Squealed out loud to seize attention
Move along...
There’s nobody to appreciate here
Then I call out to my people
Wishing they’d bail me out
They look around seeking something
Unearth stones and hurl them at me
Crushed and battered I clamber under the sheets
I slump there entirely disregarded
The world passes me by
And someone has yet to miss me...
- Stained
Wish I could write poems like I used to. I think this one is good, but it still sucks in comparison to the ones I used to write!!!!
I love the last lines of the last two stanzas.