Doll.

Doll.

A Poem by Benjamin Seymour

Happiness bereft leaves kisses on your doorstep

And bloodstains on you door

Cynicism says what's the point in keeping faith

When all around are losing theirs

 

Poisoned silence pierces the night

With screams of treachery

Whilst resiliance finally relents

Deciding it's not worth the fantasy

 

The Doll is closing in

Trying to speak

She has no words for me

The walls are falling down

Heavy and betrayed

Demolished by the Doll

And her hate.

 

 

© 2008 Benjamin Seymour


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this is a great piece. it brought up a lot of feelings in me - fear, disillusion, anger, hope.... the whole gamut. this is really well done, your word choices were great, and i loved the concise brevity of it

hugs



Posted 16 Years Ago


Shivery .. very scary. I liked the chill I felt as I read it. Nice. cheers, lea

Posted 16 Years Ago


So this is from one of your bands songs? I LIke it, the way it flows and the way it's written words used as poison darts. Nicely done = )

Posted 16 Years Ago


i really got into reading your poem. love that first stanza

Happiness bereft leaves kisses on your doorstep
And blood stains on your walls
Cynicism says what is the point in keeping faith
When all around are losing theirs

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Benjamin Seymour
Benjamin Seymour

Barcelona, Spain, Spain



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