Ravaged by rain
tormented and
tortured with nature’s harsh breath
              Skin torn away and hanging
                       a mangled skeleton
left for dead
in the gutter                    an umbrella
                    alongside broken bottles
matchsticks and cigarette butts
a spent condom
           salt and dreams washed away
with the rain
Items which once served a purpose
now used or used up
no longer of use
                   Servitude
                                   sins and secrets
         susceptible to societal ways
Disposable
    Obsolescence
       Everything once had a purpose
or a reason
                     or an excuse
        Now
            all but forgotten
                                         until it rains

© 2015 j.g. lewis
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