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
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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