You a piece of wood

You ... A Piece of Wood

How could I do this
injustice to myself,
To grant you permission,
to touch my inner self.

Nasty were the stars,
Horrible was my time,
How could I even think
You deserve to be mine.

I thought, One day,
You will surely understand.
I trusted you blindly,
I gave my life in your hands.

But you are a stranger,
A stranger, to what is good.
You float at the surface,
Aimlessly, like a piece Wood.

A wood that is hollow,
A wood that is dead,
Neither worth a Boat,
Nor worth a Bed.

~ Aanchal ~

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