left to die=poetry

To walk where i have not known
To reep the seed of sorow i’v sown
Everything but me has flown
I wait to fly or to die
as i watch them in the sky
I will go walking around
searching for others in this town
there are none like me at all it seems….
small and dark without wings…
I AM DIFFERNT
thats all it means……………………………………..
then i see them…
walking by
Others like me left to die
We drain each other with our eyes
No more walking
Its not for me
i have discoverd my
my gosemer wings
one of me first poems on this sight plez be honest about it
thank u much