Extinguished
Stuck in a little glass cage
Could be there for quite an age
No fresh air and always there alone
No one to talk to in my little home
People walk past every day without a peep
No one even notices me there half asleep
THEN!! all of a sudden someone yells out "Fire"
Sure they couldn't raise their voices any higher
Some bloke smashes the glass with a pick
The shattering sound near makes me sick
Grabs me by the handle and gives me a shake
Think to myself, settle down mate for pity's sake
Tosses me around without a single care
If I could speak at all I would surely swear
Rips out my pin with force, was very fierce
Really hurt me too it was my only body pierce
Grabs my hose in his hand and opens my spout
Excited he is as I shoot all of that white stuff out
As I start to empty I feel a little bit of shame
At least my juices helped douse the flame
He shakes me harder and I give one last spurt
Then throws me aside and that's what really hurt
Done my job now I'm empty, completely spent
Hit the concrete hard and my handle is bent
"No one is hurt" I heard a fireman say with a grin
Then he picked me up and threw me in to the bin
I guess I'm useless now that I don't have any sap
Perhaps someone will find me, use me for scrap
Copyright © Stanley Billing | Year Posted 2015
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