A Random Blog of Everything I like
Horay….this week’s picture in Creative Writing Ink is something that can intrigued my brain🙂
Here it goes:
Why can’t I speak?
Why don’t they create me with voices of my own?
If only I can speak…
I am old now
I used to be young and loved
I remembered when she used to take me everywhere
She would clean me of any dirt
She would keep me in warm when winter came
I know I was loved back then
I let her put anything on me as my gratitude to her
I tried not to get sick to lessen her problems
Those were great times
But I am old now
I am rusty and forgotten
I am nothing but an old metal
Frozen in time
A letter from a forgotten bicycle.
PS. This is not a poem because I don’t know how to make words rhyme with each other.
I am still a beginner, I will gladly accept any advice or critisism🙂