There I sat,
In a corner alone.
The Purple Umbrella.
The pink one was always used.
The red one always out.
but not
The purple umbrella.
In a dark corner,
With a forgotten Tennis racket,
Who loved to hear
A wail of a guitar.
But the racket always ignored
The purple umbrella.
I remember
the happy house
with a little girl and
parents.
Then
one day
Loud noises
Were everywhere.
The girl came up
with a dolly in tow
eyes wide
in the attic
where I once was.
A strange man
came up
and
dragged her
back down
along
witth me.
And beat me
against her.
Until she was
all red
and dripping.
He lay me where I sit now
in the corner
with
a racket.
Years passed.
The house
cobwebbed
and sad.
Then
the man
came back
opened me up
and took me
outside.
I am
The purple umbrella.
