Dump Yard

There's too much going on
as confusion sets in
and I try to make sense of wondering
what role this life has to offer me.

It seems I am a dump yard
where everything is broken,
yet everything I have
is free for the world to take.

People taking constantly
whatever it is they can find,
because this dump yard is for rubbish
that nobody else ever wants.

And as much as I wanted more,
perhaps my role in life
was to be something
as simple as this.

Saffie
24

12/8/15