My corner slightly jagged,

I fail to secure myself,

Out of place once again.


Like so many other times in my life,

My soul continues to weep,

Longing to find a way to fit at last.


This form feels as if it never belonged,

Not sure if this design was made with purpose at all,

I linger confused at an abandoned existence.




Alone in the heap we call life...

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Life Is Not A Heap

It is a mountain weight and survival is hellish, but you push back, you shove off tonnage, and climb. "...I linger confused at an abandoned existence..." is a fine line of poetry. I am a fan of "empty/vacuum" images. - slc