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The Wasted Fruit

It is oft said knowledge is power.

Then why was I so weak?

To speak to me you would not guess

The mess I am in.

“To hell with you all”

I shout, but I am spent,

A force no longer

But I grow stronger

At least in head.

My mind was heaven sent,

It cannot be wasted.

I tasted the fruits of life,

They were bitter

To my tongue.

Perhaps I do not belong

To this world or another.

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