Closed

 

I am something that others may throw away.

 Uncared for, I am closed

Off and slowly turn gray.

 

To love I have never been exposed.

 A world of me is all I know, 

 Where no one else has thought to impose.

 

Fading away so agonizingly slow!

 I simply wait for death

 To deal me its final blow. 

Reviews

[Markymark]

Love the rhyme scheme. Form does not slow this piece down. It provides feeling; morbid somewhat, but all it has to do is make a reader feel something.

Thanks for sharing.

Markymark