Junk (an acrostic poem)

Just because you didn’t want me

Unless I had something you needed

Never justified throwing me to the curb

Killing my self-worth, and making me feel like…

 

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Chaos (an acrostic poem)

Cacophony of randomness assaults my senses

Heaving my sense of order to the curb

As I look around, clueless as to what to do

Oblivious to the obvious right in front of me

Stunned into a plan of inaction

 

 

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