Left Behind

The trees rustle in the gentle breeze
Her hair is tangled and it begins to freeze.

Her red and white checked dress
Is tattered and torn in great distress.

The impure dirt covers her smooth white skin
The day falls short and turns to an eerie dim.

The coldness swirls around her.....cold
You are not wanted anymore, she was told.

With a toss out the moving window of fate
She crashed onto the hard blacktop with hate.

Wolves howl in the distance as it begins to rain
The wet mud splashes her face and stains.

I wish it wasn't time to cast out unwanted things
That much unknown hate hurts and deeply stings.

Her master has decided it was time to let go
How selfish is this, to treat me so low?

I could have been someone else's joy
Now I am an unsatisfying, dirty little toy.

I'll just wait to be withered away into dust
Painfully hard, I must be left behind without a fuss.