Scrap!

A silent whisper,

I continue to be.

A shadow missed,

on the deserted street.

A speck of dust,

that nobody sees.

In ancient trunks,

and cobwebbed locks.

I lie inside,

a forgotten sigh.

Through dirty nights,

and foreseen dawns.

Im nothing new,

but a shade of grey.

Warm and calm,

I’ll always be.

A secret I am

I continue to be.