I’m of no use now
To you or them
Nor him
Or even her
I’m full of empty
From too much use
Too worn
To even care
So what’s your pleasure?
More of me?
My blood
A broken bone?
Break me up
Till I’m no good
Dead weight
But not quite gone
No liquid here
To quench your thirst
Poison pours
From my dry tears
I’m no use now
To the trees
I’m fallen
Nowhere. Still Here.
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
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Great write Sylvia. i do hope you are not in this place.
Sometimes I am...
At least it’s still a creative place.
When words dry up, then I truly would have no purpose!
Very emotive write but as you say you are still here and the one thing about that is that you can still write your words which bring those who care into your life and I care.
May your words find the light and life get better each day.
'Cool' is the word that you and Unsub can use as you were there, I can say things are 'hip' as that was when I was there, back in the historic realm of mods and rockers in the 60's, a time which changed life into a brighter time.
Those changes can be there for us all.
I quite like the word hip, but I would fear to use it wrong like all the new popular words too.
I long for words to be my purpose.
Maybe one day?
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