What was once filled with joy
Is now only a broken toy
Cracked by fears
Broken by tears
And thrown in the corner
Broken, Unfixable.... Forgotten
Years later there's a yardsale
That toy wishes she could bail
Then someone picks her out
She cant trust whatever this is about
She's been broke too many times before
So she jumps out of his hands
And runs out the door
Say goodbye to that toy
Cuz she isnt here anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the opening stanza is gripping. The pace to it is relentless and you churned out words that evoke the right emotions. This speed in the opening stanza without control will be silly. But you showed great composure and tenacity to convey your thoughts expertly. In the opening stanza.10/10