I am a doll,
locked up for secret
use. My hands
bound and my
mouth stitched.
I must keep silent,
or my master will
freak. I have
to do what my master
says. If not obeyed
he unstiches my beautiful
seams. I am just a
doll, heart broken with
the cruelty of my
master's evil going wrath.
I break free from these
scar scraping bounds
and tear these awful
stiches from my dryed up mouth.
I fight, for my freedom
but I lose... Here I am
a broken doll, my hands
bound again, and my mouth sitched
my heart ripped out, now I'm a doll that is
dead silent.
please tell me wat u think
Comments
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looking beyond
well done, you really have taken a dark image and given it a breath of fesh air, dont we all feel like we are those bound dols, being who others want/ expect us to be.
well done lovely write, emotional and deep -
I feel almost as if the words in this are sweeping me away and showing me a reality that is beyond one I would normally see.
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>>> intresting..... vary vary vary interesting...*says in an accent... I really found this to be deeper than just a doll and her pain, But it leading back to life and how we get caught in addiction, greed, and other things like that and they keep us bound and to get away from their grip, is hard and usualy hurts more than the pain they did to us.. Well done, keep up the great penning!!
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Beautiful. Did you know that there is a movie called Dead Silent? This piece makes me think of it a bit, because the movie was about a puppet master woman who had a bunch of marionettes. Good movie and a great poem! Thanks so much for the share!



