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Forgotten

She is a small girls treasure
held delicately in her hands
Her doll, her crony, her best friend
Exquisitely beautiful
She shines in the warmth
of the love of others
Bright eyes, rosy cheeks
She personifies perfection
Life holds no mystery for her
only days of endless happiness
held within the small girls arms

But time passes, things change
And one day she finds herself under the bed
amongst lost socks
and broken toys
Patiently she waits for the girl to find her
Not wanting to admit that no one misses her at all
With the change of seasons
Her glass eyes dull
and cracks begin to appear
beneath her painted smile
Her once sparkling exterior
reduced to a lack luster age and emptiness

Are her tears real
when there is no one there to see them

Some years later
the girl will find her,
The doll wasting away there.
Soft hands cradle her
The girl handling her lovingly with remembrance
But is to little to late
For in the girls hands
What is left of her crumbles into nothingness

+ Not abandoned, merely forgotten, but you tell me, what's the difference? +

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Do you ever feel like everyone has forgotten you??

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  • PrabhuDayal Khattar silver member
    June 1, 2008

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    The life's truth is pourtryed in the rythem of this wonderful poetry..the flow and the impact is amazing..thanks for sharing itso tenderful verse..well done..


  • perfectsunset gold member
    May 26, 2008

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    Wow this piece was so touching and powerful... you brought life to something lifeless; a doll. you brought forth feelings of neglect and being forgotten; so sad, and so true.. there are many moments in a person's life where they feel like nobody cares, and like they are just being brushed off to the side..

    I myself, have felt like that so many times, and it's just a horrible feeling. You have penned your thoughts so beautifully and with grace.

    As for the last stanza I see you were frustrated with, I do have a suggestion, just a suggestion to help you out..

    I was thinking maybe

    "The girl embracing her softly with remembrance"

    That's all I could think of for that one line, I will let you know if I think of anything else.


    • My unshed tears
      May 27, 2008
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      Thanks a lot for your comment. Yeah I was trying to take something inanimate and portray how I was feeling through that. Makes you less vulnerable that way lol. Anyway I will think about your suggestion and see if I can get it to sound better. Do you ever get that way. Where you can see the words in your head but when your right them down on paper they don't sound the way they did in your head. It really irritates me.