Torn
Tattered
Worn out
That's what I am
Who I am
But that doesn't scare me
What scares me
Is
What
People do to
Torn
Tattered
Worn out things
They throw them away
Quickly and swiftly
That torn thing
It could have meant the world to them
It could have been their most prized possession
Their favorite toy
Their first blanket that they took everywhere with them
But once it becomes
Torn
Tattered
Worn out
It is useless
And useless things
Belong no where
{September 2, 2015}
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PoetryDo you ever feel sad? Mad? Forgotten? Unloved? Empty? Do you ever feel the need to let it out? To share it? That's what this is for me. { #313 in Poetry as of 12/29/2015 }
