Misfit
Wrappings long have been trashed
A few nics encompass some character
Sunlight drenched a deteriorated discoloration
But still bravely I'm standing tall
Dark eyes forlorn for affection
As time's quickly winding down
A misfit struggling for acceptance
Watching others merrily marching on
Basement bottom feelings placate
Another piece of lead has broken off
Retired metal wheels of destruction
Soon to be lying in a cloud of dust
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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