Monday, November 8, 2010


I am abandoned
A fleeting memory…images like papers in the wind I try to grab

I am discarded
Like yesterdays gossip stacked in the corner to molder away

I am forgotten
An ethereal specter…vitreous matter in the corners of my vision

I am forlorn
The statue of a child weathered in a patina of tears

I am silent
A scream on torn chords shouted at deaf ears

I am broken
Used by all the kings’ men…not to be mended and happy again

I am worthless
A seed that should have been spent in the dirt

I am nothing

I am abandoned

I am Shane

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