Garbage

Have you ever felt just

worthless

?

A crumpled up paper bag

full of everyone else’s 

garbage.

Torn,

dirty,

forgotten 

on the side of the road

going nowhere

fast.

Like a scapegoat

covered in

everyone else’s

shit.

Heavily laden with

their sorrows

griefs

sins 

and memories. . . 

Sacrificed

to the lighting 

of their judgement.

A castaway on a lonely 

isle

of refuse. . . 

because, after all, 

you were never anything 

to them

but 

garbage.

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12 Replies to “Garbage”

  1. Yes – but then I stopped looking at me from the outside, took the perspective from the inside and liked what I saw (recommended for the protagonist in this achingly beautiful melancholic delusion.) Well executed voice and tone – my compliments.

    1. Thank you so much, Mike. I know it’s been a while since I posted and it touches my heart that you still ready my poems, even more so that you would comment. Thank you.

      1. Haha, I guess I’ll have to post some then… I don’t really do a lot of my stories here because they mostly don’t attract as much traffic.

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