It

It lies forgotten, waiting to be remembered.

Just a very short writing exercise.

What am I? What is the point of my existence? These are the questions I ask myself every single day of my useless life.

Once upon a time, I was cherished and loved by many. Now I just lie in my wooden cage, waiting for better days to come. For things to go back to the way they were. Waiting for the days when my once shiny skin is will be allowed to glisten in the sun again.

The ones that loved me so have long since left. I know they come back sometimes, but never do they spare me a single thought.

I am forgotten, left alone in the dark. Left to die. If only I could, but I am cursed with an endless life.

With every second that ticks by, I lose a little more hope, but still the questions burn in my mind.

What am I? What Is the point of my existence?

Reviews

[Alex Paul]

Review of It- Rather intriguing and I wanted to find out more about It, what It is and why the creature has been abandoned. I would definitely want to read more of this and I can tell from the short passage posted it is well written.