By angieubaldo
Date: 2001 Dec 18
Comment on this Work
[[2001.12.18.12.30.15510]]

wet rag

I feel like a wet rag.
                Used, Dirty, wrung out,
then hung up to dry.
To let all the things that give me purpose,
just evaporate.
I am devoured by the sun's rays.
                 I am left parched, dry,
nothing remains.