The Refrigerator
I used to be so clean and proud of myself,
In my youthful days,
Good looking and so cool,
Just seem neglected now,
It’s affected me so much,
That voices from my inner self,
Keeps me awake all the time,
There’s no let up from them,
No rest!
Constantly calling for help,
They say that they are being strangled,
By something furry and grouse,
Growing all around them,
Sucking all the strength and life from them,
They say they don’t even like,
Living inside me anymore,
I’m dirty and horrible they say,
They would rather be thrown into the garbage bin,
Than a dark and disgusting place like this,
It’s a living hell!
Something is eating away at me,
It seems to be taking over,
“Is there any hope for us?
Could we ever escape from this?
Become clean once again.
Contest name
A Tribute to a major Appliance
Sponsor Mary Oliver Rotman
03/10/2015
Copyright © Wendy Rycroft | Year Posted 2015
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