Shattered, yet unused,
Let time go by this its own mender,
Alone, broken, and refused,
From one known to be so tender,
The rocks fall apart and scatter,
A future, broken and shattered.
This lonely matter in the midst of many others,
Stepped upon, spat on and trodden,
No, not even one single soul should bother.
In its pieces it cries out for company,
A silence respond comes from the noises of many.
Unrequited and despaired,
A one sided figure that holds for nothing,
Weak, downcast and impaired,
All he wanted was a little something.
Yet was ignored and despised,
Thrown and disposed, left to die.
Shattered and unused,
This lonely being cries in doubt,
Manipulated and abused,
In his heart contains nowt.
In desolation insecure and deep,
Hoping then for his time to sleep.
-James Nareik- ©2011
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