In a land of misfit toys

In a land of misfit toys

I stand alone

but at first you would not think, for i am surrounded

but still i stand alone

empty

broken

forgotten

my batteries ran out

my wind up jammed

my strings tangled

and while the world evolves around me

i stay still

never to feel again

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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