I Sit in the Corner

I Sit in the Corner
By Scott L Vannatter – 07/05/12

I sit in the corner, a ragged doll,
No bones, no frame, no peace of mind.
Using a nail to scratch the floor
To make a difference, for one to find.

I sit in the corner, a woolen cloth,
Just feeding moths as I slowly die.
Once I was used to cover a toy
A shiny doll, cherished so high.

I sit in the corner, now an old box
My insides poured out; I tossed aside.
Used for holding treasures dear
A doll and blanket did I hide.

I sit in the corner, crumpled and torn
Wrapping paper of colors so bright
Covering a box filled with toys bought new
To give a child a time filled with light.

I sit in the corner, growing old and grey
Ignored by most my time spent all
Did my duties and worked and helped
Now I feel just like a doll.

Namaste,

Scott

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