I am a sponge
Soaking everything up
Around me
I have been lamenting
In dirty water
Absorbing everything
Disgusting
From the forgotten
Kitchen sink
I have wiped up
Messes
On the table
Where talk is not
Food for thought
As it is
Discrepancies against pain
Spilling drinks
And insults
Accidentally
Becoming offensive
While maintaining
An air of cleanliness
I take it all in
And make sure
A drop doesn't escape me
As it is my job
To keep things in order
Clean
I have always been this way
Even when I didn't know
What I was soaking up
Into myself
For others to stay spotless
While their words and actions
Formed sentences
I can no longer recall
But remember as the feeling
Of a stain I can't wash out
In my heart
The holes in which I am flexible
Are gaping open
Too old for use anymore
And deemed too dirty to keep
Even if I'm bone dry
From neglect
And carelessness
I am a sponge
A tool
For others to use
When needed
And when that need is fulfilled
I am discarded
As I should be
Because there's always a new
Sponge
A new tool
That does my job better
Because I don't work as I once did
The grease and odor
Has clung to me
In ways I can't wash myself from
I did my job
As I was intended to
For as long as I could
But in the end,
Did it matter at all?
With thousands of messes
I cleaned
And scrubbed from you
And all your vile stains
I took them all within myself
Just so you could do it again
So tell me
Was I good enough for you?
Did I do it to your satisfaction?
Or was it never enough
Because nothing
Could make you happy
I am leaking tainted water
From my wounds
Too overflowed to hold anymore
I held on
For as long as I could
But maybe I never should have
At all.
~~RDP~~
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PoesíaThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...
