Thesaurus Poem

This was at least written while I was a little older...

Thesaurus Poem:

I solicit no accolades.
Or perhaps I do,
Somewhere in the
Abyss of my soul.
The desire I beg for daily
is to be embodied
as an advantageous
member of some society.
Instead, I seem to experience
an everlasting series of
unproductive acquaintances.
Insignificant encounterings
with brief comrades
that somehow become foreign.
Then, repeatedly, I am desolate.
In the duration of these times
I abhor myself-
and my existence.
But, somewhere, sometime
There will be harmony for me.
So, I will continue to linger
Even if it's until the Father
Summons me home to Heaven.