Alone in the dark,
Inside an old cardboard box,
Picked through, torn apart,
Thrown out in the trash,
Pieces of my unwanted past.
Buried deep in the back,
Of an antique dresser drawer,
Moved aside, overlooked,
Discarded in the trash,
Pieces of my unwanted past.
Dead on a piece of wood,
Left unseen in a closet,
Forever upon a shelf,
Carried out to the trash,
Pieces of my unwanted past.
It’s time to move…
