Retardation Poem by Justin Reamer

An insignificant thing time forgot,
A gifted mind squandered by limbo lost,
I am the being that Nature begot,
But only to be living at a cost.
Identity was what I sacrificed,
Involuntarily giving my life,
Mediocrity my final price,
Transforming my capacity to strife.
Communication is the cross I bear,
Trapped in a prison I cannot escape.
Although trapped, I'll continue without fear,
Allowing my humanity to take its shape.
No matter the amount of pain I face,
I'll fight to thrive and join the human race.