Cole Kohnen

The Tortured Erasers Department 

I live a very scary life

I could leave this world at anytime

Every time I hear that pencil mark

I hope that my owner is very smart

The tales I hear seem unreal

Friends trying to not be the 3 year olds meal

Each little mistake our humans make

Our life is what is being at stake

Our souls depleted every time

You stroke us across that line

You can feel your essence being erased

The kids swinging their arms extremely haste

Not all of us suffer that fate

Its great and all but at what cost

Some never found, to this date

More and more dropped on the floor, forever lost

Sitting at the bottom of a backpack

The fate of fading away seemed inevitable 

Throughout the days, barely staying intact

The fate of erasers all is very unstable

I've had a good lucky life, until today

When my entire life went astray

But, there I stood, at utter dismay

When my owner needed to erase her whole essay