Once I was useful
Once I was cared for
Once I had purpose
I protected people from rain
I sheltered animals from harm
Now I am crumbling
Inside and out
One day soon, I will be gone
Gone forever and no one will care
No one will notice my absence
I am no longer useful
I am no longer anything
I am crumbling
Crumbling
Gone
I love the peeling paint!
ReplyDeleteKatie! I love your pictures! Your poem is very poetic! :)
ReplyDeleteI love your pictures and what you chose to take a picture of!
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