ALONE

Alone

Alone on the side of the road, withered, grey and old

Unable to fathom the reason why, thinking of the days I when had a purpose

Trying to resist the rains of the coming storm, with no remains of my early life

Fighting the urge to wither away, like a rock battered by a wave

Unable the breath, like something that has no soul

Hanging on the edge of the earth, hoping I will be allowed to come back home

But my hope is false, because I know my fate has already been decided

Like all the others I was used! Then thrown away when I was no longer useful

Those who once adored me have now left me to rot! Now I am just garbage!

Alone on the side of the road, withered, grey and old

I do not understand why I couldn’t see it, the true nature of man

They love and they love… and then they hate! Hate!

Now I see that man is evil, they disregard anything that is no longer of use!

Alone on the side of the road, withered, grey and old

A grizzled old Couch without a home