Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Not worth my birth

Barely more than life
Barely more than a curse
An insect or worse
All I have is my soul
My voice
And the consequences
Of every choice I've made
My flesh, my thoughts
And every time
I've spoken out loud
And that has been
And made a memory
In the mind
Of another person
All I have is me
Nothing else
And this thought
That I have any worth
Is false
I have fucking fought
All of my battles
Without surrender
Without retreat
And now
Do I have any worth
I am a hollow
Faint, shadow
Upon the earth
Barely worth a thought
Barely worth my birth