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The Toy
A treasure untreasured, abandoned and forgot
In a darkened closet much like a burial plot
Misremembered kisses, hugs no longer felt
Twisting into bitterness, where lonesome dwelt
Memories wrapped in soft stuffing
Threadbare keepsake suffering
Cracked plastic smile full of secrets
A slow darkening uniqueness
Awakened within static button eyes
And malevolent intent began to arise
Replacing the love long since perished
Within the toy once so cherished
Now nursery rhymes are reworded wrong
Bent and broken but vile and strong
Weaving into the life and dreams
Of ‘the one who forgot’, causing screams
Growing tendrils mixed with memory and fright
Gaining strength with each passing night
Worming its presence into flesh and bone
Nevermore, nevermore to be alone
And now with one quick and final thrust
The Toy arises and shakes off its dust
Reaches out and takes control
Owning ‘the warm one’ body and soul
Copyright ©
Danny Derden
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