Far from home and soul is me
so anchorless, adrift
divorced am i from family tree
and Maker’s kingly gift
with jealousy and wounded pride
without a sense of worth
and none to whom i dare confide
upon this blackened Earth
with poisonous intentions now
i hear the schoolyard bell
my private demon’s made a vow
to take with me to Hell.
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 
Whoa! Very strong poem, Lee.
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