I'm not a bag,
I'm not an old hag,
I'm not bad,
I'm nothing.
I'm not a bag,
Don't throw lying love
In me.
Don't throw anything.
I'm not a bag,
Don't throw your ire and hatred
In me.
Don't throw anything.
I'm not a bag.
Don't put your hand in,
Carress it,
Just to jerk it out.
You used me as a bag,
You put lying love in
You put veiled ire and hatred
You put hope in.
Then you took the handle,
Threw more in,
And flipped the bag.
You double checked it was empty,
And then you left.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
