The Broken Poppet

This is something that I wrote based on a performance by Camui Gackt. (No Reason Live from Requiem et Reminiscense) I took a couple of lines from it, which were put into quotation.

This puppets broken arms cannot move.

Its arms are locked in an embrace meant for you.

In the nights when you look down on it from your slumber,

Acknowledge its outstreached arms.

When its eyes plead with you,

Know that it only wants to feel your embrace.

You hear it whisper over and over,

“I loved you more than anyone.”

 

Its weak and broken arms move only for you,

Twisting, turning, and bending, all to please your delicate fingers.

And when you rest, its arms freeze again,

Locked in that insistant embrace.

 

“Hold me till I break,” it whispers.

You pick it up gently, and hold it to your heart.

The wood finally splinters, snapping the thin, outstreached limbs.

Its arms can't reach you, though it can see and hear you still.

Its painted-on lips curve into a smile,

Feeling complete, laying broken on your breast, nearest your heart.

Your tears stream down like the pouring rain.

They soak into the wood, the doll consuming your grief.

 

Though the shattered arms can't hold you anymore,

Its presense makes you happy as you hold it closer still.

Through broken wood and falling tears,

The painted on smile grows only wider.

Reviews

[YouoweYoupay]

Delicately touching. I love poems related to unmoving, beautiful things, ones that we bring to life through our imagination. Good write.

-Wella.

[deeps]

This is very heartfelt and lovely. I could feel this tugging on my heart strings. Very well written write.

[J.R Schlievert]

It was very beautiful! I felt like I wanted to cry! very sad! and thank you for the review!

[Aiden- Aiko- Kiyomi]

Wow. This poem broke my heart. It was so beautiful. it was almost perfect.