Broken I am, as I lay on the floor.
Damaged to you,
busted and smashed.
Unneeded I am,
Redundant for you,
A pointless waste.
Unwanted I am,
Discarded by you,
Outcast of all.
Broken I am, as I lay on the floor.
Pick me up,
and throw me away.
J.A.Scott
Obviously, not a good day.
ReplyDeleteBut, I believe in repair- so, smile and realize we still care...
Thanks for saying so.
ReplyDeleteI always feel better once I get some poetry written.
I have been thinking about writeing how does this sound?
ReplyDeleteHer hair as dark as night.
Her face as bright as the sun.
I am the shadow that will never be talked to or rememberd.
How was that?
Dear Anonymous,
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great start.
Keep writing!