Battered Clay

by

Helen Paquin

As a bit of clay
I never stood a chance
Some things just
Aren't meant to be-
For through the years
I strayed too far
Cursed by this life
Handed to me

Like milk that falls
Unto the floor
Where it's said,
"Don't bother to cry"
Looking at me
A sorry waste-
Why waste water
In an eye?

Seems it's hopeless
Day by day...
So sharp the thorns
Along this path;
There are no birds
To sing to me- Only
the devil's wicked laugh

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