PlasticI am plastic.Plastic by GamerBiscuit
I am born naked, exposed and vulnerable.
It is my nature to be molded to become many things,
I exist as an unopened bottle, and soon made whole; filtered, fresh, and clean.
I am a vessel of life.
I, like billions of others, are manufactured the same.
I am a representation of purity by design.
Before I know who I am, I am labeled against my will.
A label doesn't signify my importance.
I am shelved and displayed to a world aside others of my kind.
I am ready for consumption.
I await the day to be found and to be opened.
I am at risk of being harmed or mistreated.
I may never have a gift of choice, or free-will.
I could stray from my intended path,
I could go bad, be spilled over, or even tossed away.
I understand the risk and, in fact, embrace it.
I wish to bring joy, offer vitality,
Or maybe a sense of perfection.
I am as thirsty as you are.
I understand my purpose.
While I remain, I wish to be consumed thoroughly.
Drink me, while you still can.
When you are finished; I wi
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I haven't written any poetry in a long time. Today marks the year after my father's passing. While at work, I have just been slow, thinking a lot.
This poem is a representation of how I feel about me, as a human, and my thoughts on reincarnation. I used to hope to be reincarnated, with a chance to be something better. But as I get older, the more I think about death, and the potential of life after death, I am starting to hope for total, and complete nothingness.