The tragic life of a kettle

It all starts with silence
statue-still and soundless.
water stood in my steel body
quiet and mute.

Scuffling of feet can be heard
developing into loud thumps.
A shadow lingers over me
and rips me from my home.

Frigid water gushes inside me
a shock to my soul.
it feels rather refreshing
oh, but what comes next.

a luminous glow emerges
torridness increasing from within
bubbles budding on the surface
water sweltering in my body.

discomfort ascends
the bubbles brewing louder
clenching onto my conscience
the figure stares unknowingly

The incandescent light departs.
slowly I return to reality
grasped by the dark oddity
I am slanted to my side.

The scorching liquid runs out
emitted into the teacup
I am assigned back home
let free of confinement.

it all ends with silence
statue-still and noiseless
pain lingering in my steel body
quiet and mute.