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