I am unnamed
I am unloved
By ground below and gods above
Second founder
Child exalt
The unhatched egg in an untouched vault
I stand unclothed, without story
I’m the ugly
I’m the boring
I’m potential
Stark and blank
Untold future, broken bank
I’ll wait for them to let me in
Only fodder
Bargain bin
But they will fall in love with me
and give me my identity
I’m naught to lose and all to gain
And until then
I am unnamed.
good god this poem sent me somewhere. man. It’s awesome. I love it. I’m sad.
















