Abandoned and left to rot.
A relic of a bygone era.
When I was useful I have forgot.
Ones like me are getting rarer.

In my life I’ve had love.
I’ve experienced hurt and loss.
Felt the wrath from above.
But never given a toss.

Now I’m left alone.
No one to touch me.
Sitting in the reject zone.
At last I am free.

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Domi Sinclair

Latest posts by Domi Sinclair (see all)

• Never enough - 21/06/16
• The Last Performer - 18/01/16
• Down in the dumps - 27/08/15
• Lost - 10/08/15
• I love animals! - 14/11/14