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A poem about an action figure trapped in his case. |
Action Figure I have been stuck in here since the day I was made I have never seen the world outside of my case I have never been played with by a boy or a girl I have never seen the world Every day I hope, one of the people I see Will release me from the wires binding me I want to be opened. I want to have fun I would love to see the sun I see a man walking around the shop He’s looking around when suddenly he stops He reaches up and takes me off the wall Of the shop I live in at the mall I’m carried to the back of the shop Up to the counter and placed on top I hear the bell on the cash register ring I’m so happy I could sing I’m put in a bag and carried across the floor Through the shop and out the front door He walks up to and enters an old stone house He leaves the bag on a couch I’m taken out of the bag and carried away I’m hoping that this is my opening day I’m brought to a room and left on a shelf Above me are others like myself I’m put on a hook stuck in the wall Just like the one I was on back at the mall He sits on his bed and looks up at his collection of figures Some small and some bigger He stands up and walks away from the bed “Open me, open me” I’m screaming in my head He leaves the room and walks away This is where I’ll forever stay I have been trapped in here since the day I was made I will never see the world outside of my case I will never be played with by a boy or a girl I will never see the world |