*Slap*
the sound rings in my ears;
Watching their fight -
helpless, weak, scared.
Sent away, *Shut*,
the door closed on violence.
My existence -
now a burden.
But I did not ask to be born.
I am cursed.
Misery touches everyone around me -
she is gracious, fair.
*Snap* I wonder,
do I have the right to happiness?
In the garden full of trees,
I watch the weed;
Surviving, struggling,
reaching for the light that seeps through.
*Chop* the gardener removed,
the harmful, the unneeded, the unnecessary.
And I am here,
in the dark.
Groping around,
for some light.
Tired, and I fall.
A hand reaches out,
*Thud* I see the face of the gardener.
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