Languish

My words didn’t mean anything
Easy to write
Flippant like
Simple as tossing a coin

My body didn’t remember
Taken and used
Abused
Insincere as tossing it off

My time didn’t mean anything
Wasted all over again
Thoughtless like
Stiff as tossing a brick

My mind didn’t consider
Twisted and torn
Screwed like
Soft as tossing semen

My money didn’t matter
Spent in misery
Clueless like
Scorned as tossing frost

My possessions didn’t care
Given to ghosts
Frightened like
Shadowy as tossing sears

My soul didn’t belong
Together no more
Broken like
Stuffed as tossing dross

a poem from the collection Painted Toenails in Nortons Grate - Love with Varnish Appplied available by clicking here