Dehumanised
6 June, 2005
Author: Holly
I don’t feel human.
I feel like a vase,
Shattered on the floor.
I feel like a broken toy,
Played with no more.
I feel like a stone,
So cold and static.
I feel like an old photograph,
Forgotten in the attic.
I feel like a table lamp,
That’s bulb’s burnt out.
I feel like a book that’s never been read,
No one knows what it’s about.
I feel like wallpaper,
Always purely superficial.
I feel like a replacement limb,
Not real, just artificial.
I feel like a kitchen knife,
Only used to inflict pain.
I feel like rubbish, left outside,
Washed clean by the rain.
I wish I wasn’t human,
So I didn’t have to feel.
------- Author's Notes -------
I do realise that by not being human, you could still be an animal. But I didn't want this to have the premise of "not being alive" as that would make it sound like it's about death, which it isn't. I hope that makes sense. :) |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Angel in Tears (86.135.21.175) -- Monday, June 6 2005, 08:47 pm Really great poem!Love it! |
| Mike (82.35.78.155) -- Friday, June 10 2005, 06:02 pm I can see the emotion you put into each comparison. Loved it. |
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