Forgotten
Lost of all value
Am I to you
No longer worth
The effort, the time
To pick me up
No longer necessary
Therefore easily discarded
Yet still a bit of me shines
Through the darkness
That is my lot in this world
Hoping someone will find me
And cherish me
For the tiny bit
That I am worth.
A contest entry
- Photo Prompt by Grunts Girl.
1800 points, ended October 22, 2007, 12 entries
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thank you for this
more origional in thought than the others so far...
There is a lot within this that i think can be so much more....
i think this would be grand if it could be played with and no mention of the quarter
make it truely a metaphore.. i will get it i promise
i like the feel of this so much
and would love for the obvious to be removed
i hope you are not upset by my comment... it is not meant to hurt you whatsoever
i dont mind if people tweak their work while the days go by
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