Plastic life seeps down my throat <br />A melted mess <br />A call to cool and mold <br />And I can’t breath <br />It’s taking all the space in me… <br />I cannot live like this <br />I cannot die like this <br />Separated from myself <br />Packaged and placed <br />Where their business is based <br />I will not be bought <br />And I will not be stolen <br />Don’t touch me <br />Tonight is the night <br />That this product breaks free… <br /> <br />Now I will be <br />The soft eyes that compliment your smile <br />The hands on your waist <br />The joy on your face <br />I will be <br />The wind that carries your voice <br />The curve of your lips <br />Your warm fingertips <br />I will be <br />A message of hope <br />When you’re weary <br />A blanket of love <br />When you’re cold <br />I will be <br />The ladder that carries your feet <br />Into my arms <br />Away from all harms… <br /> <br />Tonight I break free <br />These plastic confines <br />Will not hold <br />The passion in me<br /><br />Stephen Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-on-aisle-5-third-shelf-from-the-floor-on-your-left/
