Useless Debris Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Useless Debris
Waters flowing in depths of storms, taking everything in
their way and sending it downstream, turning cars, buses
and furniture into debris that ends up being useless.
What was once brand new, a treasure bought with hard-earned
money now lies waterlogged and of no use any more, heart-
break and tears filling the atmosphere with sorrowful people
who've lost everything.
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