Anon Affliction
By: Kevin Magnus

I have lived life knowing that nobody cares,
I will go on moving and see how it fares.
I have created this world to mask my pain,
But sometime it breaks in like the pouring rain.

So here I am, alone and forgotten,
Turned away like the dirty and rotten.
With an outreached unsteady hand and cried,
Knowing, no one is on the other side.

I set forward and begin to lose my inevitable life,
I fell it being removed by the blade of a scythe or a knife.
It all leads me to wonder, why do I bother or, even care;
But, I am the loser, with such a title I was born to bare.

I studied around in this darkened breathless room,
And wonder if this will be like my final tomb?
Afraid, I will know my answer sooner than not,
While I lie here alone on this cold and hard cot.

While I understand that we all have a role to play in this game,
But, why did I have to be the one given the cursed loser name?
I built an artificial life in which to contradict the fact,
In reality, I cannot escape this unbreakable pact.

Abandoned until I am needed once again,
To save or do for them and arise from my den.
Excitedly I respond and do the deed well,
For nothing more than to be out—able to dwell.

Once I have completed my task, again, I am left all alone,
They act as if I do not exist or someone they may disown.
It all leads me to wonder, why do I bother or, even care;
But, I am the loser, with such a title I was born to bare.

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