Alone

Lost in a maze

Of furrowed wood

Sanded

Planed

To nothing more than boards

The staple

Fumes


It is worthless

Has no meaning

No purpose

Embedded too deep

Scrap metal

Mass produced

Unique?

The word is lost to it

Ah – mourn, for a moment

Shed the tear that it cannot

Weep

Weep for the little lost staple


A/N So its a bit different from my usual stuff, but it wasa hell of a lot of fun to write, let me tell you. Try writing at 1:30 in the morning, staring up at your cousins ceiling, with a poor, solitary,little staple staring you in the face.