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Lost in the memory of dying.
Lost in the memory of dying.
For slowly falling back.
My lungs closing up.
Begging for air.
Almost there.
Please nerves don't interfere.
Lost in the memory of my life on the shelf.
A Meir marionette.
The plaything of a child.
Broken and bruised.
My strings cut I fell from that shelf.
Lost in the memory of my life on the stage.
In the spotlight all the time.
The perfect show dog.
Not a single flaw.
Groomed and fluffed.
Anger boiling up.
Bite marks left on my owner’s hand.
Lost in the memory of fear.
Lurking everywhere.
they were in every corner.
Waiting to pounce.
He turned on the light.
Blinded by the flash I ran to him and out of sight.
Lost in the memory of loneliness.
Hidden in the corner.
Untouched till they got bored.
Till they bashed.
Till the thrashed.
Still I stay.
Like a good puppy.
I came back every time.
They came to take me away.
A new family to save the sick little dog.
Lost in the memory of true friends.
There for my support.
Never to leave my side.
Still like all the others they left.
Bored of me, they destroyed me.
Casting me into the shadows again.
Lost in the memory of true happiness.
Oh how good it felt.
It lasted for only a few seconds.
Like a shooting star.
It often returned.
But never stayed out the day.
Karma never lets it stay.
Leaving me back to my old ways again.
Lost in the memories.
Of my once lived life.
Regrets everywhere.
Lies all around.
A blackened old doll.
A beaten old dog.
Hair missing.
Eyes tearing.
Laying here weeping.
Wishing the nightmare ends.
Lost in the thoughts of the future.
New stories.
Like a boomerang.
My life comes back.
Repeats again and again.
Living the same day over.
Never to end.
When can I leave this hell that I reside in.
When will I be saved.
Do I have to help others first.
I seem to not do well at that.
Maybe it was meant to be.
For me to never leave.
And be a good dog and always return.
One day maybe I will be fixed.
And laid back up and that shelf.
But that's just fairytale.
Lost in the memory.
Of you and of me.
Lost in thought of what could be.
Lost in my world where everything is good.
They woke me.
Brought me back to my hell.
For ever to reside.
At least you can leave.
Now spread your wings and take off.
Free your soul of this terror.
And forget of me.
Be free.
Lost in the dream of tomorrow.
Bringing a smile to my face.
Good bye evils.
You can not touch me here.
For here I have wings.
And I’m out of this place.
Oh please Lord don't wake me from my dreams.
Let me sleep forever and be free.
Lost in the memory of dying.
For slowly falling back.
My lungs closing up.
Begging for air.
Almost there.
Please nerves don't interfere.
For slowly falling back.
My lungs closing up.
Begging for air.
Almost there.
Please nerves don't interfere.
Lost in the memory of my life on the shelf.
A Meir marionette.
The plaything of a child.
Broken and bruised.
My strings cut I fell from that shelf.
Lost in the memory of my life on the stage.
In the spotlight all the time.
The perfect show dog.
Not a single flaw.
Groomed and fluffed.
Anger boiling up.
Bite marks left on my owner’s hand.
Lost in the memory of fear.
Lurking everywhere.
they were in every corner.
Waiting to pounce.
He turned on the light.
Blinded by the flash I ran to him and out of sight.
Lost in the memory of loneliness.
Hidden in the corner.
Untouched till they got bored.
Till they bashed.
Till the thrashed.
Still I stay.
Like a good puppy.
I came back every time.
They came to take me away.
A new family to save the sick little dog.
Lost in the memory of true friends.
There for my support.
Never to leave my side.
Still like all the others they left.
Bored of me, they destroyed me.
Casting me into the shadows again.
Lost in the memory of true happiness.
Oh how good it felt.
It lasted for only a few seconds.
Like a shooting star.
It often returned.
But never stayed out the day.
Karma never lets it stay.
Leaving me back to my old ways again.
Lost in the memories.
Of my once lived life.
Regrets everywhere.
Lies all around.
A blackened old doll.
A beaten old dog.
Hair missing.
Eyes tearing.
Laying here weeping.
Wishing the nightmare ends.
Lost in the thoughts of the future.
New stories.
Like a boomerang.
My life comes back.
Repeats again and again.
Living the same day over.
Never to end.
When can I leave this hell that I reside in.
When will I be saved.
Do I have to help others first.
I seem to not do well at that.
Maybe it was meant to be.
For me to never leave.
And be a good dog and always return.
One day maybe I will be fixed.
And laid back up and that shelf.
But that's just fairytale.
Lost in the memory.
Of you and of me.
Lost in thought of what could be.
Lost in my world where everything is good.
They woke me.
Brought me back to my hell.
For ever to reside.
At least you can leave.
Now spread your wings and take off.
Free your soul of this terror.
And forget of me.
Be free.
Lost in the dream of tomorrow.
Bringing a smile to my face.
Good bye evils.
You can not touch me here.
For here I have wings.
And I’m out of this place.
Oh please Lord don't wake me from my dreams.
Let me sleep forever and be free.
Lost in the memory of dying.
For slowly falling back.
My lungs closing up.
Begging for air.
Almost there.
Please nerves don't interfere.
Published 31st Oct 2012
| Edited 7th Nov 2012
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31st Oct 2012 4:42pm
Interesting. I think the third stanza from the bottom might not be needed. It is a rather personal declaration in what is often a rather distant analysis, and I think doesn't really add much to it. It is a unique poem in that you interweave three different perspectives, that of the doll, the family pet, and the person. I think the piece could be reworked a little to make sure that the lines are as strong as you would like them to be.
I like the ideas here, and I think it is something people can relate to. Keep working at it and I think you can get this to a even better place then it already is.
I like the ideas here, and I think it is something people can relate to. Keep working at it and I think you can get this to a even better place then it already is.
