A limbless puppet of destiny
My aroma of failure nauseates me
I blame my closest for my miseries
Only a little less than I blame myself.
A doormat that let life walk all over me
fallen into an unlit cavity with algae green walls
Nitpicking through my-story with an cleaver
where did I go wrong?
Written for OctPoWriMo Day 5 which started off with the prompt ‘denied’. The poem is not autobiographical but probably reflects moments when I am feeling rejected or been rejected.