I used to be a protector, you know.

March 31, 2010
By Anonymous

I used to be a protector, you know.
Providing a home for the furry whites, the mud-wrestlers,
And that annoying one that yelled when darkness faded.
I helped hold up what kept them dry.
Never stronger.
Never happier.
Day after day I had a duty.
I had a purpose.

Then, I was needed.
No longer do I have a purpose.
I sit helpless all day,
Mourning myself.
Never weaker.
Never unhappier.
My time is long forgotten.
I am now just a piece of wood.

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