defective

to my friends drawing...

 

 

 

 

 

Here I am

Put away

I would run but I cant

I just sit and decay

 

I ‘m cracked

Look at my face

Long ago hope turned black

I am a disgrace

 

Limbs broken

Brittle hair

I was just a token

This is not just or fair

 

Fractional

Lacking an eye

Life’s diabolical

I can not even cry

 

I would run

I am numb

Meant only to enjoy

I’m a defective toy

Author's Note

this is not my art... my friend sam drew it... there is a link to him on my profile in 2 places... my art is in my pics... its not newhere close to sams talent... Also i have felt like this poor doll b4 broekn and put away...

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

First, I want to say that your friend has a very unique style of art. Very defining! This poem makes me want to fix her. So I guess that means that this poem pulls empathy out of the empathetic soul.

[Shara Faskowitz]

This is really good! I especially liked this part:

Fractional
Lacking an eye
Life's diabolical
I can not even cry

It's not many words, but it says a lot. And your drawings are wonderful. You have a gift.

[Wolfwind Words]

You have done a wonderfull job at capturing the feelings of what this forgotten doll must feel!
Great Job!