A shiny new toy on the shelves,
everyone wants it, but no one
can buy it. No commercials, no
ads it is simply there and no one
can buy it.
Three months ago I saw you,
browsing through the store;
After that I bought you and
held you, but now your on my
shelve after three weeks.
In three months I will find
another toy, and three weeks
after it will be shelved too.
I'll continue this process
with the utmost guilt.
I will hate myself for it,
but here's the thing.
I'll never stop it.
1 comment:
The images in this poem aren't as strong as in the train poem, but the feeling's definitely still there - melancholy, frustration.
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