The trash is full of unwanted food.
Food that could be used for a better purpose
For it is all a waste in the trash
Why shouldn't I be in that trash?
I am no better than the torn up paper
The swallowed up chunks of dirt
The crud that clings to the old shoes
The terror in the eyes of the rock pet from ten years ago
For trash is what I am
It calls to me at night when it is still and quiet.
The moon shines off broken pieces of stain glass
I am no better than the stench filled garbage
Raccoon's come and dig
For they smell the sweet scent of food.
Being tossed to the side like I don't matter
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Just Random Poems I've Written
PoetryThis is going to be a collection of poems. They are all true about my life or my exprience
