NO LAND FOR THIS MAN

In this desert of empty desolation where I now exist,
It is a constant struggle to find means to subsist,
The mirages are everywhere in this isolated land,
But there never is rejuvenating fluid, just endless sand,
Rarely I intersect with a mainstream landing,
But am quickly dismissed, as one with no real standing,
I lead the life of an Entity, not a real human being,
Without Validation or Belonging it is painfully defeating,
The verdict is always the same when I emerge from the cocoon,
I don’t fit anywhere and am banished back to drudgery all too soon,
No one understands so it is really useless to even say,
As a good person with so much to give, why is it this way?

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