Hidden Book Of Thoughts

The Place

A poem.

Far gone is me
The one in front of you is a doll to fulfill your view.

Far gone is my comicality,
The one the doll cracks up,
Is just full of calamity

Far gone is my laughter
The one you hear,
Is just a sound produced after.

Far gone is the smile.
The curved lips,
Are just forced for a little while.

Far gone is the beauty.
The one you see by,
Is just some dust in your eye.

Far gone is me.
With a doll in my place,
To fill up my space.

The happy soul has escaped me,
Vowed to never return,
Leaving my faith to overturn.

Here is me trapped,
In the shackles of darkness,
Making me forget the darkness.

I try and escape,
From the living hell,
But the evil finds me 'coz of the bell.

This is the place,
Where all the faith breaks free,
Making a lifeless me.

Never become me dear,
You will forget,
What is even pain and fear.

By Jessica Swans