Paper Doll Plays Dead

[Lavender.snicker]

Note: This is my first poem I’ve ever written, not counting one I wrote in middle school school a couple of years ago. Looking at the majority of the other work posted here, it’s very obvious to me that I have no sense of how poetry works, and I feel a little embarrassed but oh well. 

Why is it
That I can’t become this haze
Become it, submit
To Solid skies
Liquid air

Still inside my callow lungs
My paper heart is weathered yet,
It knows all too well 
Self-imposed rancor
In a big empty world

Of those who,
When I look upon their face,
I find “love” in their colored pencil eyes,
And a rosy smile on their colored pencil cheeks

But I am drawn
Farther, farther away
Sailing in my paper boat
Down murky streams
For I am meant to be a paper doll
-but I am not

And so my boat sinks

And I find comfort in
Slow, seraphic sadness,
Warmth in silenced sorrow

It seems
Ink and color fades in water
-as do simple pleasantries,
And kind words in a mind adrift
-decidedly