Poems of the lost

used

she was a wisp of a willow
hollowed out to a boat
sanded down till a shine
smothered to the bone

she was a star in the sky
shooting right through the dark
observed and wished upon
as she only tried to hide

and she was many things more
but none of them bore her
a rightful reward
of joy

for she wasn't doted upon
as many do say
she was used
and she couldn't, for the love of God, refuse