The Kettle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem based around my social circle, and how I didn't feel like I really belonged with them.

Submitted: December 09, 2007

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the kettle stands alone
on the side in the front room
left there and forgotten
ignored and feeling blue

the tv blares in the corner
his words traveling through
resounding around the room
his purpose there is true

the kettle sees this happening
watching the whole way through
the kettle only wishes that one day
it could be seen the same way as you

the sofa sits there quietly
big bulky and blue
crinkled in concentration
his existence there is true

the kettle sees this happening
watching the whole way through
the kettle only wishes that one day
it could be seen the same way as you

the table sits in the middle
watching people come through
he debates whether they're worthy
but his worth is completely true

the kettle sees this happening
watching the whole way through
the kettle only wishes that one day
it could be seen the same way as you

the crate sits by the table
every day or two
hes split by indecision
as hes shared by the group

the kettle sees this happening
watching the whole way through
the kitchen only wishes that
what happens to him
doesn't happen to you

the kettle sits on the side
debating whether to leave
the truths he doesn't know
wont stop hurting him
this much he knows is true
but theres a bubble around him
one only he can see through
so you don't see him as a kettle
only you know what he means to you...


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