Bethan Mathieson

Broken Doll - Poem by Bethan Mathieson

Can't close the door it's broken
As he left, he kicked it open
I didn't speak or even try
The things he said were crazy
and I don't know why.
Anyway, he didn't say goodbye.

So I'm wondering if I'm free now
It's never been up to me now
Won't think about it any more.
The first thing I have to do is
fix the broken door
Pick the glass and wood up from the floor.

He took the best years from me
Then left in such a hurry
And didn't try to explain
But I'm no broken doll
that's left out in the rain
Never to be thought about again.

How will I spend my free time
Oh yeah, I'm sure that I'll find
something to do for me.
I'll get the kids around Sunday
the whole family.
Time I got that baby on my knee.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and loss

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written February 2015 for the RPM Challenge and is my title track.
No story to tell, I heard the music and this is what came out.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 16, 2015

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