Hell's burden

I am no one!

As  it's been made

perfectly clear. 

I am a stranger, a nuisance, 

a demented fool. 

I have non legacy, 

no home or bloodline. 

I am not fit to be considered 

for anything, as  I've been

told perfectly clear. 

 I 've worn out my welcome

amongst the living, 

but I can't even try 

and dissappear. 

I have no rights, 

as to hold any, 

I would have to be someone. 

I can't accept a promotion,  

as an old,  useless fart, 

is too useless to achieve, 

yet,  to extreme, to be accepted. 

No family, no home, no country, 

no friends, no use to be a useless 

présence, nor good enough 

to be considered.

No God to acquaint 

me, no temptation to arouse me. 

Just a piece of useless flesh,

to whom is denied to die. 

Why? Why? Was I born. 

The answer is lost 

in my very existence. 

Nothing left to say.