Worthless

Worthless

So low in self pity that I scramble on bent knees choking on dirt

Barely worth possessing and certainly not jealousy

Sinking lower and lower

I dare not breath

For that would circum worth

Worth would invite a touch

Worth would invite want

Worth would invite me

But it doesn't

Not even abuse

Too low to spit on

For that would be something

Not even remorse

Beyond worth, I ponder

Choosing to hate myself

Choosing the road of continued rejection

Choosing to be a coward

To stay

I think, therefore it is

Slapping my face daily

In nothing, there is something

I'm not apart of

Desperate

Broken

Alone

11-29-02