The Lost Brush
By: Amethystdawn

The lost brush
She lies within
The dark cavern
Of a metal bin

She casts her eyes
Up to the sky
Only to see
The bright light die

She stares at her feet
The bristles askew
Crusted paint clings on
With meaningless hue

She sits upon
An eraser of gray
Hidden away
From the light of day

She tries to stand
But in defeat she falls
Her body breaks
As come crumbling the walls

A wide gash opens
Yet she does not bleed
Blood is something
She no longer needs

So the lost brush
Lay there broken
With no one caring
At the story's end