A lending ear is all i ask
So much promise. So much purpose. A room full of smart individuals and hours of design work went into my making. Then sent off to an assembly line alongside my brothers and sister. I was filled with nourishment. Maybe not the healthiest, but happy nourishment nonetheless. All of this would qualify as great promise and purpose, would it not?
For now I am no so sure. Squashed, trampled on, and toss aside like I’m nothing important. I wasn’t even tossed away properly either. I skirt the sidewalk with the help of my new friend, wind. Shouting that I can be recycled and given a new purpose goes unheard. No one deems me worthy to listen to.
From what I’ve heard from my cousins, we will be imprisoned on top of one another. Forgotten and a burden to the earth we blanket. Oh why isn’t anyone listening to me? The optimism I once held is growing thin. I was made by people like you. You’ve consumed my secrets, so why would I lie to you?