Spent

I am an old shoe
Worn against its will
A ripped umbrella
on a rainy, windy day

I am a book without words
Picked up in interest but not read
A calvary without horses
Half ready and in stead

I am a lame leg
Useless to its user
A clothesline cut in two
Unable to dry wet clothes

I am an engineless car
Appearing above its worth
A motorless boat
Shifted by the ocean waves

I am black that has faded to white
A once bright poster in a well lit window
An orphaned girl
Abandoned by herself

I am a one dollar bill
Cashed one too many times
A fragile flower bud
that injured, never blooms

I am a wet blanket
Heavy to lift and limp
A green orange
A paradox of light