China Dolls Dumping Ground
Hell sat on my shoulders as a stuffed parrot
Useless yet very apparent
And i ached and i ache
As I despaired that yet again
I
As a china doll
Im cracked un- repairable
Its never ever been me that marred all about me
Bruised lost tied to the mast
Useless me
Unable to sever the ties that bind
For pieces and dreading guilt
Im lead by the blind
Damaged goods stuffed in a box of cards- board
I gather in the crapster
It is my hoard
Where once i had hope a smile and a face
Now im a shadow of some obscure place
And so i cry and so I cry and so on....etc
poem by Karen Sinclair
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