Poetry

To be

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thrown to the side like I don’t matter as the newest thing comes in.

I know I shouldn’t be jealous but, I know that I worth something and shouldn’t be pushed to the side as if my purpose isn’t important too.

I don’t know how much more dust I can collect before I am forgotten and left behind because they feel they know what is to come in the end.

To wait for the next move as if anymore things are pushed around than I two would be disappearing like everyone else you thought wasn’t valued enough or at all anymore.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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Published by mywords2228

Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.