Dolls, oh dolls, why do you stare,
With your lifeless eyes and vacant glare?
You sit there so quietly, so still,
I know that you do have a will.
Your porcelain faces, so smooth and white,
Are enough to keep me up at night.
Your painted-on smile, so sweet and neat,
Is hiding a darkness I cannot beat.
I fear your eyes will open wide,
And follow me wherever I hide.
Your arms will reach out to take,
My soul, my sanity, my very fate.
In my dreams, the dolls come alive.
Their eyes now filled with malice and strive.
They whisper secrets, dark and grim.
Their once innocent faces, now so grim.
I wake up, heart pounding in my chest.
Relieved that it was just a restless quest.
The fear lingers, still so strong.
It seems to stay with me all day long.
I cannot look at dolls without fear.
Their presence fills me with dread so near.
Their glassy eyes seem to follow me,
As if they're watching, waiting to be.
Held and played with, but I cannot bear,
The thought of touching them, or being near.
Their lifeless bodies and eerie smile,
Make me want to run a mile.
It's not just fear, it's a phobia too.
Anxiety and panic, it's all too true.
Oh, how I wish I could forget,
The fear that grips me, the constant threat.
Yet you remain, a haunting reminder,
That sometimes fear is a powerful binder.
So dolls, oh dolls, please let me be.
Stay in your world, away from me.
For I cannot bear the thought of your stare,
With the terror that lingers, everywhere.
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Poems from the heart
PoetryA book filled with short poems that I write. These poems are either about my personal experiences or about topics that are on my mind. Sit down, relax, and enjoy!
