Toy
Oh how fun it is,
Isn't it?
You're a good player,
Aren't you?
Make up a storyline for your playtime,
But it's all fun
In games.
Dress up your doll in a certain fit,
She'll do whatever you want because
Her plastic hands are bound to
Your puppeteer manipulation--
You are
but a child.
Only, you are blind to the adolescence
That has taken over your
Playtime.
You're no longer a child, dear
Not physically.
Oh,
But it's fun
Isn't it?
. . .
You're a good player,
Aren't you?
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
