I am a nothing
Merely a wisp in the void
A voice in the wind

Formless and ghostly
What worth can I truly claim
Empty hollow air

Pain or happiness
I am desperate to feel
Apathy is worse

With kindness and love
I am unduly blessed
Ingrate that I am

So vain to deny
Care so oft given to me
Truly a poor fool

Life is very odd
Giving precious gifts to those
Who least deserve them

Mystery it is
But it is not mine to solve
Only to lament