Master

by ah satan 666   Oct 12, 2012


You pick me up, Rub me once...
the dust fades away.
Rub me twice... Your my master,
its time for you to play.

With a puff of smoke, I'm out the bottle,
happy you've set me free.
But you dear master,
its wishes you want, not really me.

From treasures to wings, and acoustic chords,
your tired; you've had your fun.
Time for the shelf, you command me back...
My work for you is done.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    This poem really shows how one person can become so used, and not cared for. More convenient and needed, rather than wanted. This hurts when it happens in real life, especially when we go so long pretending it is not true, and then we finally accept the truth.

    I like how you used the idea of a genie and a magic lamp type idea, to show your message, it really worked and I feel it gave it a unique spin on the poem.

    I like the title, because I think it shows how much this character has been under the spell, and perhaps they feel they are not good enough for anything else except to be the convenience for this master. This again relates to the reality of this situation in real life.

    Good work again !

  • 11 years ago

    by Marvellous

    What matters to one, he keeps close. A good friend will always remain. Within every scar, healing dwells. Recall wheat ferments, for good brew. Forgiveness, demands no reserve.