Poor Thing

This site, it has shriveled
Burned in the fire
Of loneliness..
(sob)
Men, they click on
In their journeys of life
They ignore this poor thing
This..
Rejected
Site

And I'm here, I'm here
But alas, it's too late
For the last breath of life
Has left this old carcass
And now
It's a shell
And the life that once lived has seeped out
And
It's gone

It's gone...

(sob!)

So, I suppose there will be no one to read this, oui? J'suis desolat.

The second poem
Of the week
I'm not too strong
Just limp- and meek
And I'm sad, because no one
Will read me

White ink
On grey paper..
And my thoughts, they..

Wander

These are really good!

Hi there, I'm Scottie, the Global Mod around here... why don't you make a 'About me' page?

It's all a lost hope...
You're wrong, and you're dead
I'll comply with your wishes
But I'm sure that you're wrong
And I'm sure that I'm right...
Though that may sound..
Arrogant...

( I believe I've seen you around on other sites, by the way)