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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

Published inAllegories