Debi Lyn

ONLY A TOKEN

Fri, 12/20/19 - 11:04 PM

~ by Debi Lyn

I am invisible. No, I am nonexistent.

Of my own imagination, I am but a figment.

I can barely breathe, but I use up air.

I take up space though I don't fit in anywhere.

I thought I knew my life's purpose,

but at this very moment, I just feel so worthless.

I feel so empty, so used up, and broken.

My being, at all, seems only a token.

A token of what, you ask. I wish I knew.

Most likely of something I've failed to do.

I'd hoped to sing, and write, and speak;

instead, I am left here - alone and weak -

with nothing to give..... and no one to give TO.

So I lie here - empty, lonely, and blue.