I sit alone, always waiting for your warm touch.
Instead I’m filled with your leftover pain and grief.
Holding pictures and letters of loved ones and such,
I realize the joys of this world are all too brief.
Why give all of these tattered memories to me?
You are not alone in your need for sympathy.

Imagine always being open to the world
With a chain around your neck and bugs at your feet.
I am an outlet of anger as I am hurled
Into the abuses that few would like to meet.
My dark, cold exterior is dented and soiled,
And my smell is such that I am forever spoiled.

I am not looking for heartfelt apologies,
Unburdened solaces and your cold commitments.
I yearn to be the source of your discoveries,
And the blessed receiver of sincere compliments.
I will be your faithful partner throughout this life,
If you will cling to me and not fill me with strife.