A poem

I've been trying to write some poems lately. I like that I can finish a poem fast, before I get bored--unlike with stories--and how poems force me to use my words carefully. Anyway, here's a poem I wrote. Enjoy.

You wrung me out

like some stained and threadbare
rag dropped carelessly on the
sunny ground to dry hard,
rough. To be forgotten.

Leaves collected on me and
ants pattered across my crusty
surface. Rain fell and I soaked
it up. And then I became
covered with dirt and sank down
and became the ground.