I have had this feeling for a few days now. I have also had a strange dream, and this is kind of the inspiration to this poem. It’s not my usual rhyme pattern, its free verse, so….bare with me, please. I hope you enjoy.

I lay in the trash….broken and confused…
The rain falls upon my torn flesh…with a smile etched onto my face.
A lonely being, unknown to the world.
A mere child’s toy, left all alone…
…An Abandoned doll….unloved….

Long before I was adored…
A small child who loved me so.
I was loved….
….I was loved….

…no longer beautiful….
…no longer safe…
…no longer loved….


The rain of the sky falls upon the tearing fabrics
The stitching gone, and my threads disappearing.
Discarded …from so many memories of happiness….
…Unrenowned to those who saw my face…
Time has destroyed the stitched smile…

…..No longer awaiting peace, though many have tried…
….No longer biding my time, for my time has passed…
….All alone it seems…..and I lay in the trash….
…no longer happy, but crushed beyond stitching…
....trying hard….for my soul….to stop breaking……


Im sorry if this poem seems a little dark, but…In my dream….I envisioned this poor doll in the trash….he was a sewn doll and had a missing eye, had stuffing coming out of him, dirty, and just…..just looked sad. I can relate to that doll right now. I hope you all enjoy the poem.