A Porcelain Doll
Dressed like the Grim Reaper
In this pit of pure darkness,
I fall even deeper
Shrouded in mystery
Consumed by suicide
An obsession with control
Which I try to hide
Playing this life—
Like one hand of poker
Where I am the Queen
And God is the Joker
But, the Devil's the King
Who always reigns supreme
It's like a nightmare I'm stuck in—
Some screwed up lucid dream!
Skies of Vanilla—
Except that they're NOT
All I see is darkness,
Until my eyes start to rot
But then, a hint of some light;
Again—just a tease!
Another joke from the master
And now the skies start to freeze.
Hell may be on fire
But it's heaven that's cold
Eternal Peace?
I'm not entirely sold.
Fiction— I'll call it.
A masterpiece, even!
But darkness consumes me.
So, it's fiction I can't believe in
A view of this world;
With a masochist's telescope
Which leaves me in agony
With no faith and no hope
I try to look away—
Yes, my eyes, I try to close
Yet toward this dark pit,
It seems the path that I chose.
So, on I continue,
As if magnetically drawn
Again, with this riddle
As if God's only pawn
Yet, when I get close?
This puzzle—I start to solve
Right in front of my face;
The answers seem to dissolve.
Then, with reckless ambition,
To simply conquer DEATH,
I look to the sky
And I question; what's left?
Like a Pile of Ashes
I lay strewn on the ground
As my voice begs for freedom
Yet, I don't make a sound.
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Then, with wreckless ambition To simply conquer DEATH I look to the sky And, question: what's left? we poets are here on earth with sublime mission to spread positive ideas born from deep faith in one's own faith in self and faith in God. ultimately death shall not conquer us... after physical death there is always a resurrection of the just........ believe in it....... faith in God helps us a l ot...... FAith is real. thank u dear poetess for this great poem.. tony
Thx so much, Tony. Your kinds words as always, provide some relief from the despair, my brother. I appreciate you. Xx NDS I appreciate you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very thought provoking poem. There is no one who can conquer death, even Gods are not spared. 'Like a Pile of Ashes I lay strewn on the ground As my voice begs for freedom... Yet, I don't make a sound.'.. is very nice. Thanks for sharing.