The Birdcage

Empty, abandoned, and tossed aside. There used to be such beauty in me, but now I'm alone and all I hear is silence. Constant, loud, overwhelming silence. It surrounds me and the room I was tossed away into. I used to be strong, but now I'm bent up and broken. For so many years I held happiness, but now, that too, is gone. I was a protector, a giver, but alas, what am I now? Just a mere birdcage, abandoned and empty.