Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Unit Four Poem - I am a Broken Toy

All that remains is my body. I am a broken toy.
My mechanisms no longer work. My cogs no longer turn. I no longer wind up.
My tune no longer plays, it has been diminished to a rusty squeak.
My heart was ripped out and thrown away. My soul trampled upon.

I am a broken toy.
Once loved yet so quickly discarded. Once devoted upon yet so brutally abused.
Take my body and use it as you wish. Play with me as though I were a toy.
I give you all I have. I give my self to you. I am a broken toy.

A toy without an owner has no function.
Take me and I will fulfil your every need.
You cannot fix me. I am unrepairable. I will continue to break.
Touch my face and I will break.
Stroke my hair and I will break.
Caress my body and I will break.

My insides are broken. I am a broken toy.

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