The Broken Doll
Sitting on the window seal
Is a doll
Who was shattered,
Who was mened,
Many times
He told himself that he should ENDURE on
But proven wrong innumerable times
That SUSTAINING the BLOWS
Would only make him more fragile
He was shattered,
He was mened,
But by Who or What?
He asked and Pleaded WHY
WHY WOULD ANY ONE FIX SOMETHING LIKE ME!
Two ashen hands descend upon the doll
Cupping him,
Protecting him,
The somber face of his Lady smiled upon
Because I Love You and all your pieces