Porcelain Doll

My body lays beneath me
I'm stranded on the bed
Something is now broken
I fear it could be my head

Why should I remain motionless?
Can't they just give me a pill?
Something to rid me of sensation?
I highly doubt they will

They prod and poke 
Sew and stroke
I can barely stand any more

My body lays beneath me
Now I'm sitting up
I have new eyes
I have new clothes
And yet I feel stuck

I have no feeling any longer
I move with puppet strings
In again the needle goes
In again it stings

When at last I am complete
I am a pretty picture
To sit upon a child's shelf
And receive naught but stricture

The End

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