"Junk Mail"

 

I am just an ‘Occupant’ occupying space,

stamped as Presort Standard, lost among the bills

not good enough for First Class: I travel without frills

 

Sorted, looked at, tossed away without nary a glance.

With no pathway forward, how can I advance?

 

A one-way ticket’s all I am and all I’ll ever be

another piece of ‘junk mail,' that’s what you see in me.

© Ginny Brannan 2024

Today's Prompt came fro Writers.com for Day 3 of NaPoWriMo: Collect scraps of “junk writing”—spam mail, credit card bills,  etc. Stitch together into a poem. I chose to go a little more literal, and ran with it.