The Unworthy

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A short and somewhat strange poem, enjoy!

Submitted: June 21, 2017

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I am the unworthy 

 

The one you see, but don't acknowledge 

 

The one who feels like a ghost 

 

It's like I can walk right through people

 

My interests and considerations mean nought

 

All the happy people disgust me

 

Why are they blessed, even though they take it all for granted?

 

Where I would do anything for an ounce of attention, to feel the longing of another

 

I sat alone at the park, a vicious storm brewing, cold angry air blowing in my face

 

When all emotions fail, I will still feel the wind blowing from afar

 

The blackened clouds painting the sky in a sombre darkness

 

My heart no longer beats, but the lighting shatters the skies and the thunders shake the very earth

 

I can feel something, it is the rage of the storm, the power of the wind and brute of the thunder

 

It seems that when all emotions fail, the power of our world will still give me strength 

 

I stood up valiantly, looking into the black maw of the storm, and screamed with all my might 

 

Fuelled by the potent rampage of the storm

 

I dropped to my knees with tears streaming down my pained face

 

The comfort of the storm lending me its grateful hand, lifting me up and taking me away

 

But when the beautiful storm passes, and the sky is blue and clear, I will once more be the unworthy

 

Waiting every day for the next storm to come and ease me of my loneliness 

 


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