Discarded.

For the lost souls on our streets, homeless or otherwise.


Am I so disposable,

to be thrown away..

Disregarded

beneath life’s ebb and flow

wanted no longer

for an accidental flaw, written

across your horizon:

yet I bleed the words of sorrow,

from soul to pen,

upon your eye.

You desert me, leave me lost,

devoid of light

in ever passing skies,

will my time grow darker still

before you see my abject form

prostrate,

fallen to the final page?

 

© sweetwater 2020
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Supratik

A heart wrenching poem. Beautifully sad. ‘from soul to pen, upon your eye’ is so well placed that for me it has a haiku effect.
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