Thoughts of a Toy

Sometimes I wonder why you made me

why you toy

With the arms, legs, pulling and throwing

A child

But have you ever paused to wonder what I am

Have paused to wonder whether or not I was the

Cowboy shooting space man, or

The Bunny super hero

Have paused to wonder if my plastic….

 

On the bottom of my foot it reads “Made by you”

A manufactured product removed of the sensory world

No taste or sight or touch or smell

Just a piece of plastic, a product

And as I sit on shelves

I cannot help, but wonder

Why you made me?

I have many sisters and brothers

They all have serial numbers.

But I feel so alone in the silence.

As I hear the echoing sound of light shutting  

Its false warmth removed from comfort

And in an instance I am

Mr. 1367892

 

I thought I had it this time

I thought you’d hold me in your small hands

And we go on adventures

To places we could only travel

But like all great things it was lie

And I realized perhaps this is my torture

For sins I have committed

Or hallelujahs I have missed

Repenting

Experiencing

What we long for.

Only mine is short lived, for all children must grow.

And I’m reminded I am not you

I’m merely plastic.

 

And when I look to you for prayer

Listening to the words you said

The worlds you made

The things you’d share.

I’d find some solace there.

But now I’m on the line

The gears are turning  

And we stand with heads forced high

As he yells “You all must die”

 

I can smell them roasting and burning

As they tip and slip the edge

To the scorching molting lava

And in these moments when my turn is near

I am gripped by fear.

“I have done all you asked of me”

“I have played my part sincere”

“I have lived and brought you joy”

“I have preached your words and more”

“I have been obedient and followed command”

“I never spoke back cause I understand”

“I’m merely plastic”

 But even then, I’m lost amiss the abyss

 

The shadow of your over-reaching hand

Your command

Meant that I have lived.

Yet, thou giveth and thou taketh away

At least I think that’s what they say

But what do I know

I’m merely plastic.