January 12, 2013

Used And Disposed

Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 8:12 am

A path of
tunneled asphalt aside
a river long neglected
full of appliances and
rubbish long
forgotten like they
never existed.

We are that
can opener that
only opened one can of
tuna before its blade
fell off never again
to be attached.

We are that
television that only
had a ten inch screen
and a really weak picture
tube despite steady
local reception.

We are that
blender that had
cheap bearings and a blade
that could not chop an
over-ripe banana while its pitcher
cracked upon first use.

We are men
whose hearts are
worn out like the
blown fuses in
a strand of lights
discarded after January.

We are women
whose souls are
abused like
the on and off
button on an Xbox
system over played
by miniscule attention spans.

We lye immersed
within the chilly
current of this river
running aside the
incoming trains while
the rest of the world
commutes around us.




  1. what a sad waste! if only they realized that human soul can always be healed and revived if tried sincerely by the owner and no one is wasted unless he/she ensures it her/himself!

    Comment by Sharmishtha Basu — January 17, 2013 @ 12:18 am

    • Its sad that only SOME people out there get that about themselves. Some people revive themselves no matter what obstacle. Some people let themselves waste away.

      Comment by migueltio — January 17, 2013 @ 8:30 am

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