The Doll

July 26, 2011
My detachedness has
Burrowed into her
It seems,
And put a crack
In her smooth,
Porcelain forehead,
Still unfit
To break her.

My searing isolation has
Seeped into her
It appears,
Dulled her emotion
From the inside
And made her eyes
They do not see me.

Yet my purposeful separation
Cannot break her if
She refuses to be
Still so perfect
Still so bright with
Painted rosy cheeks
I can only hate.

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Josie_Jo said...
Aug. 19, 2011 at 11:45 am

This poem is very deep, which I liked! :) Even though the phrases were short, the meaning was definitely complete.

Great work! ;)

JerseyGirl716 said...
Aug. 18, 2011 at 1:27 pm
I liked it, very powerful! Great job!
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