Sitting on a shelf,
Behind very thin Glass,
Sits a porcelain doll,
In a green dress and hat,
All days she sits and waits,
For someone to come and play,
She gazes out into the room,
Watching people pass two by two,
Her life fills with gloom,
Inside her big brown eyes,
Loneliness begins to swell,
I look back at her,
And sees such familiarity,
Wondering who she is,
Then I realize she is my reflection.
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Dragonfly... A book of poems
PoesíaThis is a collection of my poetry over the years. . . As life changed through the years, I fought through a world wind of emotions. From happiness, love, pain, rape, and abuse, I recorded my feeling along the way. Trying to put into words what I fel...
