A Forgotten Toy

Maybe I am just a forgotten toy

people can use and abuse at a moment’s notice

Stolen innocence

Forgotten child, forgotten woman

Unimportant

Worthless

Unloved

Rejected

Abandoned in a pool of mud

Dragged around like a filthy rag

I don’t matter no more

Silenced into the darkness

My emotions strewn haplessly

across the distinct desert plains

Left behind

Last on the list

Spoken to only when

The weather shifts into place.

 

A woman I am

a useless toy.

Broken.

Shattered.

Battered

Beaten

and

Drained.

This is me.

 

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