Worn out without a doubt

Letting go can lighten the load.

Worn out without a doubt

Abandonment is agony.

Desertion’s an epiphany.

My favorite rags, I must release.

Disbanded duds have lost their lease.

Here lies what’s left of my best shirt –

Relinquished, ragged, soiled with dirt.

I left it in the wash too long,

And now it’s sung its own swan song.

This comfy top, beyond the sew,

Is fit now just to scare a crow.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

Six Word Saturday: See the subtitle.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “in” or “out”
31 Days of Poetry and Writing: Write about a slant your life once took, when it turned. (26)
31 Writing Prompts: Describe your favorite article of clothing. (26)

OctPoWriMo: “abandonment” – with “desertion,” “relinquished,” left,” and “disbanded” – EPITAPH (26)

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