The Friday Fictioneers Challenge
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Once you were loved
someone cared for you
caressed you
treated you fine
treated you fine
took you on outings
beautiful lady smooth lines
out for a good time
in your prime
but now
you are alone
on your own
hidden in the forest
tall trees grow up
around you
hem you in
you are trapped
briars and bracken
poke through the ruins
of your broken body
your heart
no longer beats
your paint flakes
your eyes are blinded
the lights gone out
you are old now
and rusted
you are no use anymore
Words 93
Sorrow...
ReplyDeleteA lot of people feel this way.
Thank you for your comment Sandi
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Dear Marian,
ReplyDeleteSad tale, be it car or be it human. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS Still can't access your link on the inLinkz
Thank you Rochelle. Haven't a clue why the link up is not working for my blog. I'll keep trying...
DeleteWell done, and very sad.
ReplyDeleteThank you..
DeleteWell done, Marian!
ReplyDeleteYour link does not work... it brings us to a non-secure message...
Thanks Dale. Not sure what's going on with the link. Can't see anything
DeleteMarian, this is a tender piece that leaves us wondering if it's a person or a thing; it doesn't matter. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dawn. I was hoping it would come across as being either. Thanks for the feedback
DeleteAutobiography of a car - once you are old and rusty, no one cares ! I tell you what, it could very well be true for an old person too.
ReplyDeleteThanks Anshu. So pleased you got the underlying reference.
DeleteThrough the journey of this car, you have drawn beautiful parallels between the life stages of a car (a non living thing) and a human being.
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
Thank you Kislaya . I was seeing it that way. Glad it came across.
DeleteSo sad. Well-written.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lisa
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