A poem from my broken part

I am
Insignificant.
Broken, battered,
Rubbish tossed,
Isolated, alone.
On a highway,
On rolling wheels,
I am free.
Isolation abolished.
Connection to Infinity.
Pain released.
But in our bed
Ice. Ice cold
Hard slab of
Emptiness
I am useless
When I am empty
Nothing to give
Valueless
Abandon the rubbish
That I am.