Wind-UpA Poem by Jacques - iNkwireI wrote this piece questioning if someone values me for my function instead of my person. Wind-Up explores the fear of one's usefulness being more valuable than one's time.
Can I only sing my song
when you deign to listen? Do you think it would be so wrong if I stayed, so you could listen? Like a monkey with cymbals, I feel at your beck and call I want to be there for you, but don't expect the same at all The key I must've given you isn't for jamming in my back It's for access to the front, where red wires sit in stacks These gears will just stop if they don't get oiled Will that make you drop me in the garbage or in the soil? Do I belong in the shed with all the other tools? Is nothing about me diff'rent from all the other fools? I'm not sure why I bother or why I hope for more Will you put me back in the box and return me to the store? Since you have my key, will I ever get yours? Will you ever let me fly with you and help with chores? © 2020 Jacques - iNkwire |
AuthorJacques - iNkwireSonoma County, CAAboutHi. Most of my work is poetry, but I intend to put some stories out in the future. I write about what makes me feel strongly. This approach mostly results in romantic pieces, but I hope to branch o.. more..Writing
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