Broken Doll

I shake the doll her eyes closed, Her hair a mass Of black Curl..
I churn over the words carved on her naked soul..

Anguish pain and torment I dig A knife in the skin..
I scream as I poke her eyes out and the spheres roll deep within..

I torture her very essence…

I test her wits and play..

I ascend her to the tallest spire and laugh as I watch her fall away..
My Doll lies broken on the floor a wicked child am I..
I make not a noise or whisper regret ..YOU. Will never make me cry!.

I pick up All the pieces and conjoin her arms and legs..
I dig my fingers in her head, And pull the Sight back out..
I whisper in her ear …
I tell her She is fine..
I love my broken little doll. Mended whole in time.
For every sinner there’s a saint, And every time I look…
I see the doll She’s happy now..
No scars for them to see..

The doll stares back Into my soul as I look away from the mirror, as I go take care of me.

Broken Doll

Sarafeline

Bristol, United Kingdom

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Artist's Description

This Poem comes from deep emotions of a lost childhood, lost moments I try only now to repair.

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