Dolls! ! Poem by Becky Ginn

Dark pain.
Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins
One for each of us and our sins
So you lay us in a line
Push your pins they make us humble
Only you can tell in time
If we fall or mealy stumble
Mirror, mirror upon the wall
Break the spell or become the doll
See you sharpening the pins
So the holes will remind us
We're just the toys in the hands of another
And in time, the needles turn from shine to rust
But tell me
Can you heal what father's done?
Or fix this hole in mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Death in life
I sit and listened to a tune
That once brought me joy,
All I can do is cry now
Pain is now my new toy.
Everything in the world
Seems to have grown dark,
Optimism now pessimism
Pain has left its mark.
The beat of life
deep in my chest,
slows to a halt
Killing me at best.
But I still breath
I can still see,
But I really hate
What I see........Me! ! !