Planted by unkind
hands, I am thrust into a
world I don't belong.
I yearn to be a part of something
And yet all I do is lie here:
Crushed and dejected
Muddy and an eye-sore.
I thought I told them clearly
Where my final resting place is for me,
Yet they still choose to ignore me.
And to think
I had thought 3 arrows was enough
to point them in the right direction.
#30in30 #Poetry #NaPoWriMo
(This is from plastic bottle's point of view)