March of the Mannequins

 

Step lightly,

For your pace cracks dirt.

Just like the rest.

Haven’t noticed yet?

Too bad.

You would’ve before.

 

Those skies above our heads,

They’re grey.

So is that shattered soil,

Beneath your feet.

The water tainted,

You’ll find no color there either.

 

But alas,

There, upon your brow,

What mark do you bear?

No need to touch it,

To assure its placement.

I can see it clearly enough,

Even with your palm’s concealing.

Ah, but your blind to that too?

 

Your eyes,

They’ve changed as well,

But they were the first to go,

You couldn’t tell.

 

You’ve corrupted

Into something better.

Strange,

Isn’t it?

Change has made you,

Molded your canvas face,

Destroyed your opinions,

And rebuilt them anew.

Better, stronger, faster.

But duller.

 

That beauteous mix of color is gone.

Your mind’s no longer blank and open.

It’s solid.

 

I’m sorry,

I’m holding you up.

Thanks for listening,

Though it didn’t make sense.

Just don’t forget to remember me,

And the times we shared.

All those blessings and sins.

I’ll see you later, maybe.

But I can’t join you.

I won’t walk with you.

Not when you march with the mannequins.

Author's Note

This story was originally written for Writer's Window, but was never posted. Therefore, I'm going to reuse the Author Note from Writer's Window...

I hate this poem. Just so everyone knows. I wrote it with a great idea in my head, and I still think its a great idea. ironically enough, I had no reason to write it. No inspiration, or emotioal attachment besides seeing a mannequin dressed in a teenage girl's hoody stacked ontop of a tall shelf - presumably forgotton. The irony is that this poem, in a sense, came to life for me that night. In my poem, somebody changes, by eraseing themselves. They invisibly brand themselves, filling open minds and bending personalities. I've seen it time and time again. Time makes people change. Oh, and not that it matters, but I think this was my branch into the short story realm. That's what this poem shouldv'e been.

Reviews

[ShadowHaze]

You hate it? I love it! I enjoyed reading it.. It had a certian... I don't know, just something to it, that made it good. I really liked it :)

Oh, and one more thing. You finally succeded... I absolutely HATE poems that rhyme, but thats cause I had to read stupid poems in the class that rhymed, but yours rhymes, and I love it! You get it to flow just right, so you really actually don't see that it rhymes, unless your an extremly good writer and reader. I just noticed it cause I always check to see if it rhymes or not, lol.