• For The Forsaken (Stanza 1)
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.
This’ the second stanza of ‘For The Forsaken’, I’m still reserving the full poem.
That’s It, Really.
© Victor Zuze Davies 2017
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