Leah Martens

Past - Poem by Leah Martens

Rough as fresh wood from the forest
Like it would never be sanded smooth
Ugly as aftermath of an accident
Will never be appreciated beauty
Useless as an unwanted object
Never valued of importance

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 16, 2009

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