For The Forsaken II

• For The Forsaken (Stanza 1)


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So unheeded and repulsive do I feel,

 like a little dog forsaken,

Labelled as of Shem’s descent, I stand scant chances of progression,

Blessed with this bitter soil on which my labours are futile,

Like an attempt to catch the wind, crying out to the Man is useless.

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This’ the second stanza of ‘For The Forsaken’, I’m still reserving the full poem.

That’s It, Really.

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© Victor Zuze Davies 2017

All Rights Reserved.

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