A heap of clutter
Sitting in the chair
At my desk
Ignored and disrespected
Flamed out at the world around it
And there it sits

The chair feels abused by it
Wants nothing of it
Just as everyone else does
But there it continues to sit
As it will always sit

Hopefully someday
Someone will notice it
And move it aside
Not caring
But maybe they will pick it up
And organize it

Then the pile won't be much of a heap
It will be clean
Neat and tidy
And will always be welcomed
In the room in which it remains
For as long as it can.

But for now, that pile remains
In the state it was left
As no one else cares
That the pile is me.

12/07/2001

Posted on 12/07/2001
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