Rag Doll
i break down once more, lost
falling off of the highest precipice of
my own bitter consciousness
tumbling down, crumpling to the floor in a pile
my worn and sagging shoulders crushed with the weighty knowledge
of this injustice that is my ceaseless torment
this abysmal internal darkness which claws into my mind
driving me mad with sorrow and fear and contempt
now i pound and plead, shudder and scream
my blue button eyes spilling saltwater
and i find myself wrapping limp, lifeless arms around my sack body;
shields to ward off this desperate, terrible loneliness
that is growing inside this empty husk of me
for my stitching has torn, and my sides have ripped
and i've spilled all that i am onto the carpet;
all of the sawdust and cotton fluff
the silly stupid meaningless nothing that makes up my entire existence
now all that remains is this hollow aching inside of my fabric body
a hungering for an escape, anything anything anything please
this slow throb that drowns out all else
reminding me forever more that i am and have always been
truly alone.
Copyright © Darnett Shimmy Yeah | Year Posted 2011
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