Rubbish

Reduced to rubble lying

Under the debris of

Broken promises

But still hope sustains even

In this desperate place

Smelling and stinking of

Horrid rotten rubbish.

In response to Mara Eastern’s prompt on Poetry 101 Rehab – Rubbish.

Recycle

Crumpled,

Thrown away,

Used again and again,

Until I’ve been sucked dry.

Chucked in a bin,

Filled with trash,

You took away whatever I had left,

Making me worthless.

But you aren’t satisfied, are you?

You want to leech out more from me.

So I lie here in this bin,

With the words:

TO BE RECYCLED FOR FUTURE USE.