Wax Figure Poems | Examples

Commit Her To the Asylum

Thoughts that consume my mind
Like self suicide
A death sentence of endless paranoia
Its karma, your turn on the other side

I ran away
I’m an Olympian at chasing better things
I look for lightning 
But can’t handle the thunder 

My reserves are in quarantine
My bones poking through skin
I’m just sharp edges
Fractured hopes and blurred happiness

Tear mixed cocktails
I down a sorrow or many
Numb the exposed wounds
Blood dries softly on my skin

I’m a shield of wounded treachery and triumph
This warrior has eaten her kin
Savage of trying to save broken souls
Trying to gather pieces to make her half whole

It’s a funeral of her past self
But the cancer has come
Attacking the woman she hopes to be
Because she’s sickly sweet, only way she can be

Her plot is a bed of lilies
It’s a blanket of perfumed dead dreams
Waiting for her corpse of anguish
And her soul of knitted single strand successes

Wrap her tendons in ribbons
The red ones that shadow the recent stabs
She's mostly a wax figure
Of her seldom accomplishments