Insignificant Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Insignificant



I stand insignificant in the light of others, trying to be a God.
Others kick and beat me down... rejecting my new religion.
As a hermit in the ground I dig deeper and deeper.
Looking for hell, or my soul whichever comes first.
With each dawning day the light of knowledge dims my dark world
leaving me lonely and cold in the sun.
Salvation reaches out to me with a stick.. pity dripping off... drowning me slowly.
I struggle and fight.
beating my fists... until the flesh turning red reveals my bones.
Slowly the earth seeps into my soul and I forget my worldly troubles.

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