I Have Been Discarded Poem by Rik Bertrand

It's as if I am the plague, a virus that is avoided at all cost,
My life has been altered and my true meaning has been lost.
I have been discarded, torn, crumpled, and put out in the cold,
This is not the way I wanted my life to truly unfold.

I am a forgotten part of life that has been thrown to the side of the road.
I am trying to keep my head up and to carry this heavy load,
Life has thrown me out as trash and buried me in the rotten soil,
I cry, not for myself, but for all the others in the same turmoil.

I t is a struggle when you are the outcast of your land
It's a hardship for the strongest and toughest of man.
To fight the might of life is a bitter battle in frustration,
As if the world sees me as a devilish and dangerous creation.

My heart and soul carry the pain of abandonment and sorrow.
I see no change in the cold and blistery tomorrows.
I am outcast now, thrown to the wolves of enlightenment,
And I have accepted that this is what is truly meant.

I cry, not for me, but for those that may be in the same situation,
I cry for life, for it knows not what the final summation is.
I cry for the struggles that have become part of my survival,
I cry because I know that there is no true revival.

REB (MARCH 2012) because I have no one to turn to for love (except God)