I Sit in the Corner – Revisited

I Sit in the Corner

Years ago, I wrote a poem and though it didn’t receive accolades, I love it very much.  It is listed in my history markers to the left, but I wanted to revisit it and let you read if you haven’t.

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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  • Andrea Stephenson  On March 2, 2017 at 10:09 am

    It’s powerful Scott, full of emotion and strong images.

    Liked by 1 person

  • mike7sedona  On March 2, 2017 at 9:23 am

    The feelings poured out in the poem are commonly experienced by all those who have spent time under similar circumstances wherever they are, but now in their sunset years and just waiting to take the final bow while the curtains come down – end of the show!

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