Day 30 :
It is what it is and remains forever
Swaddle in clean sheets, and to ward
Off foul scents, add sweet lavender.
We store it for the next spring cleaning
In the deepest darkest cupboard.
It's an open sore, even if we inject
All manner of cleaning and dusting.
To add insult to injury,
We pick at it, scratch the scab,
Cover it and patch the wounds
Like a pet project!
It gives a distinct smell of neglect
And distrust, we can tell the years
Have made it difficult
To remove the stain.
Every once in a while
We open our eyes to a pile
Of dirty laundry shoved
Under the carpet, having festered
Over the years.
Prompt: Take your own poem and rewrite it
starting from the ending and ending with the
Original poem: http://incessant-serenades.blogspot.com/2014/04/poem-22-4-2014.html