Pointless, <br />Worthless, <br />Wretched, <br />that's all we seem, <br />to be, <br />buzzing through life, <br />advancing ourselves, <br />in our menial jobs, <br />instead of advancing, <br />our kind, <br />or even, <br />our community, <br />we fight wars, <br />every day, <br />with no real purpose, <br />but don't give up dear one, <br />we can always, <br />choose not to be, <br />Wretched<br /><br />Atticus Mortimer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wretched-4/
