My Journey Poem, by Undreamed Friend, at My poetic side

For the last couple of weeks, I feel so exhausted,

All my power has been absorbed by someone else.

Let me assume that person to be X.

How can they do without touching me for once?

I wish I had a power bank to recharge me once.

Unfortunately, I am the only model left in this world,

So the company decided to shut my power off.

Once I was useful,

Now I am in the storeroom to become nostalgic memory of someone.

My Journey