Wipe Your Feet

I must have been born a shadow

To follow where others lead

Doomed to dance for those in the light

To fail but never succeed

Or maybe I was born a whisper

A secret that's never been heard

A shout, deformed by those who matter

My name is barely a word

Some might say I'm a rumor

Here but not quite real

A nightmare trapped among the dreams

A truth that life can't feel

A curse among the living

A lie that hides the pain

A plan that's not quite finished

Nothing more than a stain

I'll never be more than a door mat

To everyone that I meet

My purpose in life has been foretold

I'm a place to wipe your feet

Reviews

[kayBiE]

love it a lot very nice

[Emily B]

oh, the bitterness fairly oozes, and probably with good reason

[Rusty]

wow. a depth of human sorrow yet resignaton. Very well crafted.