A Sea Shore Still Has Pebbles

Worthless

My bones; iced mash
My heart; crushed ash

My lips; frozen with a quiver
My pulse; hard metal of the trigger

It was clear; but then it was not
What I built empires for; all for naught
What I wanted so desperately;
Only to be shown
The world rejected me

Only to see that there is always
Someone better than me
Only to be slammed by the reality
That in the end, someone was worth more than me

My feet; crunched spirals
My hands; bloodied trials

Weary are my eyes
Staring into the blank
Weary are my cries
Asking the world
To let me not be lost
To the pinpricks of history

I needed it all
But they sent it to the ones who only wanted
it all
Who showed no grit but green
Who proved the world only cares
About the ones who are already preened

My teeth: gritted
Bleeding, cracking, sawed into daggers-
I smile, blood dripping from the corners—

Don't think you've seen the last of me.

I'll raise my empires from the dust,
Reshine the metals that have gathered rust,
Show the world that was purchased

That I am anything but

worthless.