Doll on a Music Box

Spinning around for people to see,

she's so stiff, because she pretends not to breathe.

There's a fire inside,

But she wastes it away.

Spinning in circles, day after day.

Makeup always perfect,

Hair always neat.

Yet she never gets to speak!

 

Now tired from boredom,

she tries to break away

But by now that fire,

has lost its glow

and she's thinking...maybe its too late?

...and they see her fight,

trying to run away,

but they shut her in a box

because that's where she should

stay!

 

So broken once more

By societies hands

But when you dance with

The Devil

expect nothing less than quick sand.

A Broken spiral,

she'll always be chained,

But death was the beginning

and life was the end...

Reviews

[GingerPocky]

I enjoyed this poem very much and the picture it created in my head

[BroodingOne]

Wow, very powerful poem. Also very creepy. Reminds me of a Friday the 13th show... but that's another story. Keep writing!