Friday, August 3, 2012

That Doll in the Window

I’m a pitied, dysfunctional, wound-up doll in a window;
Afraid to think of the many things my still mind doesn’t know,
With my attention sucked into the state I’ve been cast,
Bereft of any memories indicating clues to my past

They come to see me, day in and day out,
With their eyes dancing about my mismatched suit
While I invisibly cry to the revilements they shout;
Accusing me of having once lived the life of a brute,
It’s no wonder my life prevails in mute.

                                       - Raeez Jacobs

© Copyright. 2012. Raeez Jacobs

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