Everything
in this world
has a place
except for me

This flower
cosy in its family
of daffodils
waving in unison
under the
pink blossoms
of the cherry tree.
reminds us
it is Spring

This worm
undulating
its tiny body
has the purpose
to aureate
the grass.

Everything has
a purpose
except for me.

The life
giving rain
splattering on
my face

The bee
pollinating
these flowers

The sun
making our
planet give life.

But I, who
others see
as having
everything,
am a waste
of space.

Once genuine
now an empty
vessel with
no soul;
crouching in
the mud
by a creature
that I have
just killed.