The Worm

Myself, I become of inanimate form-
The stomped on remains of a small, dug-up worm.
Taken from the ground, I am bare and alone
Alas, thrown away on unbreachable stone.

Alone, abandoned - any faith is in vain
Cast and abandoned with the fiercest disdain
Hence, I will just lie, waiting for drops of rain
To wash me away, my toil and my pain.