Used, abused, wasted, destroyed,

What made you quite contented, now gets you annoyed.
Such a prized possession, a high tier loot,
Now tossed in the garage, totally kaput.
But what do they become, when they are demolished?
Don't they still hold their value, as when they were beautifully polished?
A mirror is still a mirror, even when shattered and lost its flair,
But the broken pieces can still cause harm, leaving your hurt, living in fear.
So when an object becomes kaput, it's just like a shirt you wear,
You'll never understand it's value, until you found a tear.

~Tremar Ivey~

[Versification entry 'Kaput']