Took me a while to determine if this poem was blogworthy. hehe... This poem I wrote after a chilly, windy walk to the bookstore. The emotions I had at the time is different... Very different to how I normally feel. Yes, I'm lazy. It's completely free style. If you find any literary devices, it's not by purpose.

Inadequacy

One soul in a pool of millions
Dreary pool with a spiraling drain
My spirit has fallen into conformity
United by wasted lives
Society draining us like dirty water
We are pathetic, deserve no empathy
The slippery marble drains our souls
I am one in millions
Unable to escape the dark unknown abyss
Except...
Someone carefully scrutinized my struggle
Gingerly afraid to touch any of the wasted entities
Forming like one; a spinning torque down the hole
You selected me; so small, hopeless, inadequate
To be free-- to discover my destiny
How could you when I was attached to a thread?
Tangled and tied in knots with millions of other threads?
Carefully scrutinized by you
Admired? How peculiar.
Maybe it's time I feel loved.
Thank you for rescuing me.
From condemnation
From inadequacy

From never meeting you.