Loser
I am nobody.
Nobody is me.
I am paid nothing.
I work for free.
There is nothing left
At the end of the day,
Nothing but dust
Which you kick
Out of the way,
Bereft of ashes
Of the life that never was.
Dust I was.
I have returned
Without life
Or remembrance.
Copyright © 2007 by C. P. Klapper
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