Made for Pain
A Short Poem
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

A spare part,
to be forgotten,
after our flaming start
we turned into embers,
simmering coals
reminiscing about
the passion of past days
now we’re astray.
I’m a broken doll,
with tangled hair,
you never share
this discarded body
strewn about
never retrieved
for pleasure,
only pain.
