Meaningless Poem by James McLain

From birth to death
having nothing, no one else.
Trapped inside
an unwanted ethnicity.
Struggling to survive
in a world the game long since
has rigged.
Taxing my mind
to confess I freely do, you charged
my soul that only is.
Competing for sleep
in a world where others don't.
Having no choice in how to die
unless it's made by them
and I will suffer more than someone
should until I do.
Speaking to the few
whom understand the way I write
because in speech
I write the way none think.
Making since of sentences in poetic form
without chopping words
from them because no other can.
Reading minds
if minds they were since
mine has struggled to the point of
no return.
Let's face it
every word that I have used by those
whom came before
you tried to make a reason for.
Meaningless it is
if the struggle in the end
is being forced inside a point of light that
ends the way it did before.