on the shelf
on the shelf
to live like a rag doll
tossed along days,
drowning in disposable dreams, and
fearing death who visits constantly like a friend
lovingly indelible in living memory.
Live! and die, alone; unknowing,
awaiting the supple touch of skin on loveless plastic.
I am as much rag as I am doll.
toyed by emotions and hollow-- where words
don’t fit and melt into eyes
that shine like mirrors--
shallow and reflective,
where you see nothing but yourselves.
I await an end that I do not want to meet,
a leap of faith into nothing but faith itself,
I fear death--
to leave my thoughts like a book
never to be read again.
to live like a rag doll
tossed along days,
drowning in disposable dreams, and
fearing death who visits constantly like a friend
lovingly indelible in living memory.
Live! and die, alone; unknowing,
awaiting the supple touch of skin on loveless plastic.
I am as much rag as I am doll.
toyed by emotions and hollow-- where words
don’t fit and melt into eyes
that shine like mirrors--
shallow and reflective,
where you see nothing but yourselves.
I await an end that I do not want to meet,
a leap of faith into nothing but faith itself,
I fear death--
to leave my thoughts like a book
never to be read again.
--Imran July '07
1 Comments:
wow this is beautiful!! you're a good poet, should write more.
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