Undeveloped

A hard shell, bumpy and rough.

White and pale, cold to the touch. Through a crack, an eye appears.

Soft and moist, not ready, dripping tears.

Skin soft, untested, untouched.

Waiting, wanting, to be loved.

Hidden from the world, sensitive nerves

Wet, still, from birth it serves

Seeking sun, seeking sight.

Ugly because it was sheltered from light

Doesn't know what to do.

It never had a chance to be loved by you.

As time goes on, chances missed

Not knowing for what it had wished

Never will it live again

Only here to endure its pain.