I used to be a practical man, temperate. <br />Embracing restraint, I looked straight ahead. <br />No one could turn me. I was content. <br /> <br />Now reason has fled, <br />and I think of you every moment. <br />I am ruined; it bothers me. <br /> <br />I wish to God I did not care for you! <br />I feel like the velveteen rabbit in reverse. <br />Once I was real, earthen, interacting with people. <br /> <br />Now I am wooden; my legs are painted on. <br />I cannot even move except for my bauble head <br />that gyrates up and down nonsensically. <br /> <br />And while you do not dislike me, <br />you will never love me or wake up <br />thinking of me in the night. <br /> <br />Yet I will silently sit <br />a velveteen rabbit <br />infected by your scarlet fever, <br />waiting to be burned <br />along with everything else.<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-longer-embracing-restraint/
