Left out, indeed she is.
Untalented fool walking in the oblivion.
Her hands were left empty,
While others have a ton.
She sees everybody's beginning to fly
And she’s slowly drowning into nothingness.
Curse of the ill-fated soul.
Special present hasn’t given to her.
She's relentlessly grasping for air,
But she cannot hold on much longer
Her heart unhurriedly tearing apart,
The water is slowly swallowing her alive.
People staring at her,
Wishing the water will drag her down even further
She tried to cry out even louder,
But she realizes she's a hopeless loser.
She decided to let go and slowly fade away
Believing she’s a nobody in this world.
Can somebody help her?
Can somebody swallow their own ego?
Extend your hand if you must
She’s dying, approaching her last breath.
Time hurriedly takes her down
Can somebody dive into the water of emptiness,
And give away the prize?
The wind is passing by full of loneliness
Don’t ever think twice, save her if you must,
Before the water swiftly tears her apart.
Karima Puzon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drowning-95/
