The square peg pending the circular gap
The black wool among clouds of white
The discord that disrupts harmonic flow
The yellow star badged in the fight
Who am I?
The scorn among the pleasantries of life
The faded sprout next to your right
The callus that lies upon perfection
The withered born which slips from sight
Why am I?
The weak fowl destined for constant failures
The ragged disabled by plights
The sovereign who falls from promised grace
The irregularity shunned through spite
So am I?
I had dreamt of the past.
My labors and unfortunate circumstances.
The times I was at my lowest...
The times where life didn't shine...
My darkest hours filled with fervent prayers.
Praying with all my might to the Lord.
"Please save me, please help me."
"Please reach your hand out to me!"
I recall strongly the agony of those long, grey years.
The agony of prayers unanswered.
Sinking deeper into the dark depths of an ocean filled with despair.
My heart becoming weaker without hope...
Even the world slowed down until it froze over.
Even my breath could no longer escape my throat.
As cruel, twisted hands wrapped around it.