A Worthless Worm

All I ever wanted is gone, down on the ground with the debris.

All is lost undrneath the dirt and rocks

Down with the worms, the bird seed amist of rain

washes away into the gutter.

Unchained and unchanged am I

this worthles worm seeks refuge in this dirty world.

Now, today I find some sun.

Unwashed in this storm

and unseen even by most humans.

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My country
Our world
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