Abandoned

a poem about feeling worthless

A rusty old car,

Parked,

By an abandoned building.

The large gate with steel bars

Arched

Over the tall purple weeds,

That grew though the cracks

Of the faded black asphalt.



The tires were flat and

Rotten

On the car that someone had

Forgotten,

Years ago…



The glass spider webbed

From its brutal abuse.

The car was empty,

No motor, no seats,

Not much of

Use.



Just a reddish piece of

Steel.

Sitting there…

All alone…

Waiting for its master,

Which, c’mon! Let’s be

Real!



Why am I so

Concerned

About this worthless heap of metal?

Its only destination to

Return

To the ground from which came from.



To fade away

Into the dust of the earth for

Eternity.