Sent away,
to isolation.
World left,
in devestation.
No where,
is salvation.
Lost in bitter,
segregation.
World falls,
from beneath.
Leaves them deep,
in defeat.
Makes them feel,
obsolete.
Again they feel,
incomplete.
The world weighs,
on their shoulders.
Like big,
heavy boulders.
Life is now,
getting older.
As the lost,
grow colder
Lost in life,
without a cause.
Without a crowd.
Without applause.
Without the joy.
Without respect.
Again reject,
Again regret.
Pure of heart.
Clear of mind.
Left to fall.
And left behind.
Left to crumble,
in defeat.
Left to falter,
from deceit.
Left to grovel.
Being weak.
Love is all,
they dare to seek.
From a world,
yet to grow.
From a world,
yet to know.
From a world,
yet to know.
That they cry,
away from home.
That they lay,
down alone.
That they are,
danger prone.
Left with hearts,
turned to stone.
Left to fight,
on their own.
Facing life,
again alone.
Left to wander,
is the lost.
The one's life,
has double crossed.
Jason J. Yu
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sad-the-lost-the-rejects/
