Time didn't stop for you It wore you down and drowned The reason for your being And sat on the bed Numbed cold and dark In amongst a set Camouflaged.
Swaying in kelp And calling for help? No, you were dead Kept in the sea
And hidden under animal Probing shell Realising silver handle Indented amid raised floral pattern Lying wasted, purpose voided
No fair hair to meet In bedroom No table dresser to sit Ever waiting to service Then you were not needed Expressing regret to mistress forgotten Educated schools caught your shine, now No one around three miles down
There you were forgot Whale teeth returned and Eaten at depth Little brush empty and Violated and not pretty Ended.
Copyright Erica Statham January 14th 2011
This at the moment I am aware is a somewhat bad poem, but that is why I need your help to make it better. Please suggest and crtiticise until your little hearts are contented :)