I'm a coin with no value
A knife with no edge
A car with no fuel
The leftover on a plate

Useless and unused
Unwanted and unnoticed
Alone and forgotten
Lost and not searched for

I'm the irritant in the oyster
That doesn't become a pearl
A stone in a shoe
An itch you can't reach

A fly to be swatted
A bug to be zapped
A rodent to be trapped
A worm on a hook

I'm not on the list
I didn't make the grade
Been left on the bench
Never to be played

I'm the cannon fodder in a battle
The pawn on the board
The Joker in the deck
Insignificant and discarded

I'm the tiniest fish in the greatest ocean
I'm on the bottom rung of the ladder
The lowest of the low
I have no status at all

A life without meaning
Is what I am living
No love and no purpose
This is my curse

These feelings were fleeting
I was in a dark place
Made to feel small and unworthy
And easily replaced

But I was reminded
By good friends of mine
I do have worth
They have lifted my curse

© Andrew J Sinclair