Unloved, a poem by Joni Caggiano at Spillwords.com

Unloved

Unloved

written by: Joni Caggiano

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born underneath the protective eye of the goat
I am a stained and blood-red topographical map,
a blindfolded gnat adrift trying to find an empathetic ear
time, tick-tock, is a heavy lump of coal, acrid, black, yet a gift

watching red embers float like seared feathers
remembering painful words, like silkworms burrowing
bring flashes of time embroidering freedom into endless angst
abalone shells fight for space but forever remain dormant in the sand

old, tired, I place my beaten-up soul into a museum
statue, cold, old stone it shall stay, looked upon, even admired
untouched, I will place myself into an ancient effigy and gladly wait
unloved for who I am, but patiently awaiting, for God may change my fate

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