Despite never colliding,
my face and being
is a curse of bad luck
that has crossed many.
When I walk through the door,
I’m pushed back in
and locked away
as they throw away the keys to my salvation
and step on my heart
taking my breathe away
forever.
I’m lost and buried in dirt
like dirt
after being kicked in the wind
and crushed like paper.
I sit and realize
I’ll never be a part of the other end
as this has always been my journey
from the very beginning
til the bitter end.
My penance:
to walk an endless road
and fade into black
never to be seen or heard.
