Bless the Lucky
Some people are meant to be happy
I am not one of the lucky
For I slip through life not unloved,
But unsought
A sponge wrung out by the sun
Yet the greatest tragedy of all
Is not the absence of belonging
Though that I still breath
And roam through moments
Instead of sleeping in the cold ground
Shielded by maggots and worms
Held by the dirt forever
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