A Doll's Story

A poem about a doll's determination to be played with again.

 

You drop me on the floor, and I don’t mind

 

I lie for a week and stay behind

 

I know that you will pick me back up again

 

For you I think is a valuable true friend

 

It is a month now and I will not loose hope

 

I will not cry or pout or mope

 

My friends tell me to get up and find a new girl or boy

 

Because this room is no place for my kind of toy

 

It has been a year and she’s not cleaned he room

 

And I still lay, awaiting my doom

 

For I must lay, not blowing my cover

 

I must be just like my wooden doll mother

 

I lay and I lay without becoming alive

 

I now have a colony of dust bunnies by my side

 

I myself am becoming all dusty

 

All of my metal wind up friends are all rusty

 

And one day when I felt most mad

 

Or did I feel sad? Then I felt smad

 

I finally got up with my wobbly legs

 

I listen and listen to my heart as it begs

 

It tells me not to go but I know I must

 

I tired and sick of all that dust

 

I took one step, and then one step more

 

Until I finally got out the door.

 

I made it to the mailbox in about two days

 

I felt what it’s like to be hit by the sun’s rays

 

I guess it was garbage day, and the truck came around

 

To avoid being taken, I ducked myself down

 

I lay again because my heart was breaking

 

I knew myself that I would be taken

Author's Note

Tell me anything you think is wrong. This is my first poem.

Reviews

[Owlgirl]

Wow. This is your first poem?! You are truly talented. This is so sad and melodic. Very enchanting and I love the wording you used when describing the doll's fate. Check out the wording in the fourth line from the top, but other than that it's perfect. Amazing job.

[Molly]

Thanks. It didn't feel quite right writing that line!

[Ellejune]

I think this is really sweet yet true

[Molly]

Thank you! I'm glad somebody liked it!

[Ellejune]

I like reading unusual poetry

[Molly]

I like writing unusual things!