Poem - 'Like A Porcelain Doll'

Like a porcelain doll
I caught myself weeping
Bearing only fruit of burden
My eyes drained from tears seeping

Drifting away in exodus
I lay under mannaless skies
An afflicted lamenting man
Known for smiles giving false guise

Like a porcelain doll
I caught myself lacking essence
Empty in spiritual emotion
My soul fading in evanescence

Listening with a broken heart
To my sonata formed thoughts
I am buried in prayers
In a cemetery known for plots

J.Q. Lewis

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