*Slap* the sound rings in my ears; Watching their fight - helpless, weak, scared. Sent away, *Shut*, the door closed on violence. My existence - now a burden. But I did not ask to be born. I am cursed. Misery touches everyone around me - she is gracious, fair. *Snap* I wonder, do I have the right to happiness? In the garden full of trees, I watch the weed; Surviving, struggling, reaching for the light that seeps through. *Chop* the gardener removed, the harmful, the unneeded, the unnecessary. And I am here, in the dark. Groping around, for some light. Tired, and I fall. A hand reaches out, *Thud* I see the face of the gardener.
