In life,
I'm just a puppet.
No free will,
nor the ability to sing.
Dancing through life,
totally off beat.
Heart pinched and stitched,
head hanging in defeat.
I simply sway to the piano,
as it's belting notes bittersweet.
The children, loose their smiling eyes,
as the music man sadly whispers goodbye,
I hold my place,
feeling, just like a punching bag,
broken, beaten, bruised and a disgrace.
Eye's glossy and iridescent
hanging from the musty rafters,
filled with smells unpleasant,
I long to have,
the prettier days,
Of gumdrops and rainbows,
Honeydew and constant praise,
The sun beating down on my shining face.
But now I stand, swing
heart no longer light as a feather,
But heavy as lead,
Just wanting to close my eyes
and lay down my head.
Forever plastering a smile,
yet praying to be dead.
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Poems Of Sadness
PoetryThese poems are meant to be sad (hence the title) Their will be some quotes mixed in. You can submit a poem/quote/short story and i'll give you credit, Thank you -The Champ P.S This may trigger, read at you own risk P.P.S If anyone is reading this...
