Lost Forever Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I am a tragedy
Written by hand
Scribbled for the interpretor
Dropped on the ground
Stepped on and ripped
Blown in the air
Landing on vermin
Splatter lands a tear
Moistened black puddle
Whipped away clear
Lost hopeless verses
Thrown in the trash

Lost forever
Until someone rummages through
And wades through
With a paddle
Discarding
Regarding
The nothing
That makes us all the same

This world thinks we're weaklings
They think that they know everything
Feed us fear and we will not struggle
We'll wrestle free from your grapple
Individuals taking down false ideals
Selfish ones
Unacceptable ones
Unrepresented ones
Where's our representation
You can afford your war
But you can't afford respect
Even though it is free

Lost forever
Until someone rummages through
And wades through
With a paddle
Discarding
Regarding
The nothing
That makes us all the same