A tomb of opportunities spent --
Wretched anguish fills my soul
At the sight of that ominous,
Gaping hole. Inside, with eyes
Attuned to darkness I
Behold plates, wasted; ketchup packets
Unopened; and the ripe odor of fruit.
Spoons, cups, knives, forks, too much plastic;
Rolls, ketchup, syrup in the bowls at the top;
Dirty shoes, some unused; only clothing that is bare
Can find itself belonging here.
Bags, paper, ketchup, styrofoam
Lastly, I want to mention that
Most people probably don’t see the
Little piece of plastic wrap hanging off
To the side that makes it all worth it because
It hasn’t been touched by the
Failures of the world.