Wednesday

Waste.

We always end up with waste,
No matter how hard we try,

Paid for,
Owned.

Whilst those above us,
Below us,
Around,
Shake their heads and tut
As if they can’t comprehend
How we could be so foolish;

How you could be so foolish.

Blinkered.

Piling up the dregs
Until they rot from the bottom up,
Bleeding,
Staining every surface it contacts.

Marking it out as flawed.
Marking me out as flawed.

Waste we never got rid off.

The left over pieces we let perish
And erode
Because you were afraid to throw it away.