Forsaken Poem by Cory Calder

I hate my face,

I break the mirror.

I’m a disgrace,

and death creeps nearer.

I’m a loser,

My life is bitter.

My tomb appears closer,

It’s covered in litter.

I’m hated by the world,

I have a lonely fate.

So in a ball I’m curled,

Scarred by hate.

No one to hold,

No one to love.

My body grows cold,

Free, my spirit flies like a dove.

I see two gates,

Heaven and hell.

Through heavens open gates,

But I tripped and fell.

Broken are these wings,

Farther, I’m falling.

Never to walk in the land of kings,

No one hears me calling.