Painted Plastic Poem by Robin Bennett

Touch me from afar, while holding me near
sing to me gently, call for me blatantly
twirl me around like a ballerina trapped
inside the music box, painted plastic

Sway gently with me to the sounds of
music being made within these blue walls
Help me to breathe, as air is pulled
from the room, as passion takes her place

Light the way, little girl lost
one hand on reality, the other
losing it's grip off a mountain
in nowheresville


Save me from the floods
of mascara stained tears
puddling in my hands, drowning
...in a boat full of sorrows