fight in the corner

IT SAT THERE,
IN THE CORNER,
SHRIVELLED AND DECPREPID,
PEOPLE WALKED PAST,
UNAWARE OF ITS PLIGHT,
IT HAD NO VOICE,
AND COULDNT COMMUNICATE,
THE INK TRICKLED DOWN,
LIKE STEAM ON A MIRROR,
SHRIVELLED AND DECREPID,
CREASES ALL AROUND,
LONESOME AND FEARFUL,
THAT SOMEONE MIGHT PICK IT UP,
AND DELIVER IT TO THE BIN,
ITS ORIGINAL DESTINATION,
ANOTHER POEM THAT DIDNT MAKE THE GRADE!!!