POP!

There it went

With the little life left.
It fought long, hard

like a dying soldier.

Filled with wounds

And battle scars.

There it sat,

Still warm and exhausted.

Flat

The side

of the road

lain

Restless,

Inflated

Only you

Endure lashes

For every movement.

Only you

Been on journeys

Here and there

Travelling thousands of miles.

On a mission

To achieve arrival.

Only you:

Wounded soldier

Limping

To the side of the road

Holding

Your last breath of air

That this is the final stop
That the mission has failed.

Flat

You lay in front of me

Useless

Seeking aspiration

But nothing to seek

Left to be thrown away

Left in

the boiling sun

to rot dry

In the scrap yard

But maybe,

You can be reborn

I can plug you

Fix you

Maybe

you can finish the mission

Maybe

this isn’t your final stop

You have a chance

To succeed

To reach

Your final destination

Your goal

You are the dying soldier

That will survive