Take a breath slow and steady
Give it all despite being ready
This porcelain doll whose hands are crooked
Whose heaven she claimed, is now but tooketh
My precious moth now mangled above
I caress her face within my gloved
Hand as i am dashingly posed
Tilting my head to mimic hers i suppose
This fragile creature is all that i own
As i mourn what is scorned as our fates are now lorn
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Quizzical Poems
PoetryA collection of colorfully dark and comical poems. Fun factoid for the first one "Who Dwells in Dreämland" I wrote this poem during a dark depression in Christmas 2014. That lasted for days. My depression and nightmares were clashing hard this time...
