Burnt Toast (Poem)

Bread, Right from the bag, had potential.

Receiving word that their life had been special.

Each bar set so high, to where bread could not reach,

Abandoned, bread was shoved in the toaster before their sentence was complete.

Damaged, Toast urged to keep up with the heat.

Battling with these goals that they simply could not meet.

Racing to finish, Toast just wanted to get this over with

Every goal the meet burning their crust

Accepting failure, Toast stopped trying

Dissatisfaction filling their mind, Self hatred began to arise.

Burnt Bread

Burnt Toast

Burnt Crumbs