Wanted Child

Alone and forgotten I’ve forever been.
A wanted child neglected, left to entertain his sad romances.
Why don’t I fade and perish since I’ve only been a whim.
A walking ghost and spirit seldom welcomed in.
My birth was nothing special, a selfish, childish muse,
a lame experiment gone wrong, only to amuse.
Tormented has my life been, a mangled, twisted maze
of memories, tales and fancies in which an only child can gaze.


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