Am I so disposable,

to be thrown away..


beneath life's ebb and flow.


Wanted no longer

for an accidental flaw written

across your horizon?


Yet I bleed the words of sorrow,

from soul to pen

upon your eye.


You desert me, leave me lost,

devoid of light

in ever passing skies.


Will my time grow darker still,

before you see my abject form



Fallen to the final page?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For all the lost souls on the streets, homeless or otherwise.

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allets's picture


as the "final page" - brilliant - slc




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Thank you, I'm really pleased

Thank you, I'm really pleased you liked it. X