Challenge
Walked Upon
You are a once colorful and valued Persian carpet...now faded and tread bare. Who walked upon you? Poetry or prose.
muted colors
silky strands of
hope
crushed by those who walk upon me
the one who said no one needed me here
that said i was a rug worth hanging
maybe i shouldn't have listened
but i shouldn't have had to cover my ears
to get the ringing words out ove my soft strings
now my colors are dull
and i hang limp and tired
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