Another rejection,
just one big objection,
I don't fit a certain section, don't operate at the right tension, or I lack connections,
no hope.
They don't want me,
from feedback they flee,
do I not stand out from society? Why don't I appeal to the hierarchy? This isn't supposed to happen past twenty,
things should come together naturally.
I am different,
this shouldn't be a hindrance,
they claim it's what they want with insistence, but I still find resistance, people who stand out should be uplifted,
their lies are liquid.
I continue to drink,
not even stopping to blink,
next time I will not sink, no rejective stink, until now when nothing changes and I stand on the brink,
what am I to think?
Well here is my mind,
they expect to be glorified,
but no longer will I take this line, of independence I will not be petrified, their complaints and scourges will not be dignified,
with myself I reside.
I will do it myself,
assurance is not health,
I will make my own wealth, I will not aid their growth, they will come to beg me eventually and I will laugh with mirth,
I will reciprocate their hurt.
If only they knew what they missed,
oh, but with hindsight they will not be kissed,
away with them, flicked to the pavement, kicked to the dirt and their chance lost and their success restricted,
regret will be inflicted.
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The Kelp Manifesto
PoetryA real and frank monograph of poetry from a young man who feels lost, swaying at the bottom of the ocean of life, with the aim of giving faith to those in a similar position. Covering subjects such as, relationships, unemployment and engagement with...
