The better fruit goes first
The bruised ones left to rot
They sit among others
Others that look delightful
Others that go unscarred
And fed on by eyes.
Scarred and bruised
Left to rot
Left to desiccate
And be forgotten
Eventually thrown away
Into a dump
Where it 'belongs'
Rotten Food.
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Broken Minds
PoetryThe broken hearted, the absent minded, the invisible and hurt. We are all broken in some way.
