Left alone to die.

By Robert w Kingett.

I am left alone

Among others like me

Staying in some place

Looked at briefly…

Too briefly.

My sisters and brothers are the same as me

Except with different insides

Oh, how we all wish

We would not be so alone

We do get company though, if only briefly.

When people look at us, consider getting us, and then we go back on the shelves

Sometimes, one of us gets lucky, and they check us out and take us home

However, the majority of us are still left alone.

I watch as kids pass with shelf markers in hand…

The librarian comes over to me. Reads what I am about to the kid

Then tears come to my pages as I hear him say

“No. I don’t want that one.”

It's been some time now,

And I am where I once was.

I do not like it… I want to be read.

I do not like it.

I do not like being alone.