Trauma Doll Poem by Robert Burgan

I have problems your new name is "solve"
I always hope that my overabundance won't lead us to dissolve
The world is a gaping hole
Trauma doll that holds his heart
Walk on pins and needles until he finds his way into a brand new start
What does everything actually mean? Fractured scenes of masterpieces
Lead me to the drinking fountain so I can tell that boy to live his dreams
Before he sinks into the puddles when his reflection starts to look alone
He owned his personality until the toxic world asked him to loan out his soul
There are no reparations only repercussions
I know he loves to see your face when the puddle floods from his eyes
You become the reset button
Even though he repeats these things he finds a moment and keeps it close
Thinking about the trauma making stories up for closure
Everything in the past resembles ghosts
Father never bothered to know him
Silence played the role of "God"
Desperation ran its coarse all that's left is a hopeless bond
That doesn't mean it's the end
It simply means when they meet again they can feel mutual
Agree to disagree that they never understood each other's past tense
Yet every time he sees his savior shaped like a human being
He depends on moments to help him live through the end he sees.