My Magic Supply - Daily Poem 9

My Magic Supply

Got a limited reserve of magic

Except I don’t know if it will go on

Until it’s too late

And then the magic is gone

All this talking

Shows magic gets used up

All this silence

Shows it’s gone, not even a plup

The magic lets me speak

I talk and talk

And then the person who receives

Tells me to go for a walk

With the magic I can make sparkles galore

To awe all those who see and hear

But then when it stops

It’s as if I wasn’t even here

I fade into nonexistence

The magic keeps me tied

But now it’s gone

And I can’t even say my goodbyes

My magic was limited

Something I never understood

Now I hang my head limply

As I kick away the stool

I hope that magic went somewhere

A place where it could be put to good use

Not the unamusing short times I used it for

It is an important thing not to lose