Unwanted Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Unwanted



Like an apple on a tree, waiting to be picked, selected,
knowing I will soon fall to my knees under the apple tree.

Wasted, unwanted, abandoned in this life as I lay on the
ground rotting, disintegrating into a pile of refuse.

Helping nature grow a tree, not being able to grow myself
on this or any other day.

Sunday, July 27, 2014
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