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Wasted Space

Once I was someone A young girl with hopes and aspirations I became a wife, a mother needed and loved. My purpose was clear, Now I have achieved my destination And there is nothing left only darkness remains The road ahead is filled with empty promises And long forgotten smiles Discarded and useless A wasted space I am no more

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Robert Pettit

Date: 8/17/2020 11:43:00 PM

Nobody is wasted space. Everyone has a purpose and a right to be here. You have written this well.

Quoth Theraven

Date: 10/22/2019 2:47:00 AM

Huberta, I saw my darlin' and my best friend walk in. Though I was sittin' there they didn't see. And so they sat right down in front of me. When he kissed her lips I almost died. And in the middle of the color cartoon I started to cry. Oh-oh-oh sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry Oh-oh-oh sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry..And so I got up and slowly walked on home. And mama saw the tears and said “what's wrong?” And so to keep from telling her a lie I just said “sa-a-a-d movies make me cry”.

Andrew Fairchild

Date: 1/14/2019 3:27:00 AM

Just when I have felt emptiest, I have had to realize, emptiness is necessary, before I can be filled again. I was someone, once, too, but life goes in cycles. May God Bless You!