Draining me of energy this object of nonsense has followed me from home to home Time to release it and free my conscience
So meaningful all those years ago Now it had become a heavy burden dragging me down No longer precious cargo
An agonizing decision to release it from my universe Fondly looking back the recollections treasured Its use no longer important Many memories will reimburse
In response to National Poetry Writing Month NaPoWriMo - Day 12 - April 12th
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?
