Category: Writers Block
haha much better version now. enjoy
Silver blades and scarlet days, you see it all through a bloody haze.
Go on and cry your silent tears, praying to the demons of your childish fears.
And there she sits with her accusing eyes, her ruby hair and frozen smile
An angel of glass you once held dear has become the center of your demise.
Her face is made of pure white porcelain and her eyes are those of shattered glass.
Her crystallized heart is lined with silver but there are blood drops From years ago staining her hands.
That ruby smile proclaims her innocence even as her voice reveals the hollow truth.
You cringe away and cross yourself as her lightless eyes land on you.
She's the china doll that you once played with.
She's the angelic friend who held all your secrets.
Once the weaver of all your dreams is now the dictator
Of your every nightmare.
And so you raise her high in your fists of fury
You scream curses and insults into her snow white face
You wonder why there are tears in her eyes
Because little china dolls aren’t supposed to cry.
Are they?
She falls to the floor as she so often does, when you’ve finished venting your rage.
?But this time she shatters into the pieces of innocence she only half willingly gave away.
Your perfect little china doll lies finally broken at your feet
And you who professed intelligence were too stupid to see that all this time, she loved you.
Are you happy now?
I see this as a poem of lost innocence, and it's very well done. The use of a china doll as a symbol is especially good.
Bob
it's not only a poem of lost innocence though that is a small part of it. I'm glad you like it
Cala!