I am small
I am worthless

but for my beating heart swell,
I am useless

Not a chance taken
not a hand reached out,
but for the roll of the bones
I am alive here
And perhaps well

I am insignificant in my mind
and I am useless

For in the fire of ambition
People find drive
And perhaps in the arms of retribution
People find action
More so in act of living
People find the need to live,
While I have found none.

I am sitting here, still,
Without a sound
Except the sound of my heart
My body live
Mind still
Fear and other maladies of existence
I am but a man on a beach
A castaway
Food, shelter,
Alone.