Poem - 13 April 2020, 09:41

THIS LIFE

I am a doll
in a doll...
in a doll...
In a doll...

set high upon a dusty sill...

I am taken down
each day to play
in games
not of my will...

a chore to me
to partake so
the rules of which
I do not know...

and each night when
the day is done
i'm placed to rest
no place to run...

though gaze do i
from forlorn eye
to places where
my soul might fly...

some day...

i am a doll
in a doll...
in a doll...
in a doll...

trapped here
upon a sill
i cannot cry
i cannot fly
this life
is not my will...

I wait...

Marion Price(2020)

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Greg Etsell13 April 2020, 10:01

wow what great poem feel
sorry for the doll you made
her real wow wnderful poem

Marion13 April 2020, 17:08

Thankyou Greg?

Tony Taylor13 April 2020, 11:45

Hey MARION!!…..The repetition here really creates an interesting ambiance for the entirety of the poem......for me, it makes it pretty creepy!! (smiles)…...ALL STARS!!…..very creative my friend!!…...LOVE & ROCKETS!!…..T xo : )

Marion13 April 2020, 18:24

Brilliant...creepy is good Tony...I'm pleased to inspire any kind of feeling so long as it's not a yawn?...thankyou my friend ?