Somebody knocked over the box by the door

and all of its contents were dumped on the floor;

Without a care, every person did ignore:

and for a while that pile sat on the floor.

The clutter continued to lay

despite every sluggish passing day;

not a single soul batted an eye

at the miserable mess that lie.

Forsaken;

this poor pathetic pile still sits.

Disregarded;

it only occasionally causes fits.

Eventually forgotten it became

while humanity continued life,

ceasing to ever be the same;

Yet nobody ever thought to check what lay

inside that old, abandoned heap by the door,

forever left as a wreck to this very day.