The Boiler

Sitting lonely on the oven

Currently not in use, just the way he likes it

Consciously aware that his anger will be their joy,

They feed off of him

Watch as his hate boils

Watch as he burns like the sun,

They use him for his own selfish needs

Never caring about his own

Wearing him out with every use

He craves for an occasional, sympathetic wind

But every wind fades away

Allowing his anger to rise again

It stares viciously at it's foes

Knowing one day, they shall come to provoke him once more

How much more can he take

Unable to defend himself

Unable to gain an opportunity to end this

It sizzles all day, and rests all night

Bringing joy to others

But joy never returned