A Toy's HellA Poem by Austin SmithThis is how I feel sometimes, when stuff gets thrown away.
The Toy’s Hell A two year old will snuggle With a brand new teddy bear; It gives him joy to snuggle, ‘Cause he knows a friend is there. The boy will drag it with him It will follow, he will lead; I bet the bear is happy ‘Cause he knows he is of need. But when the boy does grow up, He begins to get big toys Like a brand new computer Or video games for boys. The bear is now in Limbo Waiting for his next assignment; And yet he remains untouched By his once dependent client. The bear now rests in the box And he hears his mother say: “Boy, go get your old toys, now, For today is garbage day.” The boy now picks up the bear And the bear looks in dismay, For the boy will not smile As he takes the bear away. The bear looks in a scared state To the trash bag in the lawn, He screams to him for mercy, But his interest is gone. He feels himself falling now And land in a pile of trash, Consisting of old buddies, They looked at him, and laugh. The bear screams even louder, But the boy just walks away. The bag is lifted up real high, And lands in hard rock and clay. He stares up blankly at blue, And wonders what had gone wrong. Was it when he lost soldiers, Or when his boy found the bomb? But now none of it matters, As he once again now falls. He lands somewhere in trash mounds, And again begins to call. He wishes people could hear him, But then again, he’s covered Up to the eyes in old stuff, With dead objects, he’s smothered. So now he sits in the toy’s hell, Not caring for what’s in store, For he knows what his fate is: Never loved forevermore. © 2009 Austin SmithAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 16, 2009 AuthorAustin SmithGrand Terrace, CAAboutI've decided, with the conclusion of my time at a community college, to launch myself fully into the experience of writing. I shall no longer beat around the bush, methinks. more..Writing
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