Conceived at the back of my mind,
A thought arose
A small glimmer of what was.
With words heavy it weighed down,
All the good things that came around.
With doubt and questions settled,
When I couldn’t hold on to a happy thought
The undermining world meddled.
For some I was none,
To more I was less,
But to me I was gone.
So in that mind one thing remained,
In the pool of bad words detained,
In anger and rage a new mind born,
Trapped by myself and from the world scorn.