Home

I live on the sea—tossed back and forth,

the steady sway beneath me—

the salty air a sweet reminder that I am home—

You should have seen me then! I was magnificent! I had a purpose and a reason!

the people— they used me— which should‘ve been done—

but instead they left me here. To decay— to rot— away from my home…

they don’t understand that I want to go home— to the swaying of the ground, filled to the brim with matters of importance—

But they put me in a dark truck… I was sure it was just another delivery—

but they left me here.

alone.

they came back— but it wasn’t the ones who put me here— it was someone different. They took me away and dumped me with other unwanted boxes and bags.

then they left.

i still sit here—my new friends do not keep me company as my old did— and I long to see my home again.

just one last time—before I become too old—

and I’ll always wonder— why?