I hate my face, <br /> <br />I break the mirror. <br /> <br />I’m a disgrace, <br /> <br />and death creeps nearer. <br /> <br />I’m a loser, <br /> <br />My life is bitter. <br /> <br />My tomb appears closer, <br /> <br />It’s covered in litter. <br /> <br />I’m hated by the world, <br /> <br />I have a lonely fate. <br /> <br />So in a ball I’m curled, <br /> <br />Scarred by hate. <br /> <br />No one to hold, <br /> <br />No one to love. <br /> <br />My body grows cold, <br /> <br />Free, my spirit flies like a dove. <br /> <br />I see two gates, <br /> <br />Heaven and hell. <br /> <br />Through heavens open gates, <br /> <br />But I tripped and fell. <br /> <br />Broken are these wings, <br /> <br />Farther, I’m falling. <br /> <br />Never to walk in the land of kings, <br /> <br />No one hears me calling.<br /><br />Cory Calder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forsaken-8/
