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They came and smashed my plates
the minute you were gone
the pretty red and china
They told me I was horrible and wrong
They came with pointed fingers
They came in with their Yelling
They told me I was stupid
As if I needed telling
Throwing down each plate
To remind me of my fate
Broken shattered Porcelain
Like the mental that state I was in
I tried to wish away the horror
of their bony wretched hands
The touch ever caressing you
as only guilt and sorrow can
For a fortnight they went without
smashing everything I was about
They grabbed each piece you carefully laid
and for each piece I dearly paid
But though they did tear up my worth
And deftly plant the seeds of doubt
With those pieces they played and played
Twisting every shade and sentence
turning truth to nothing like it
Making sure to be thorough
Each new piece they deeply burrowed
Into this soul they had newly broken
like the plates I had just beholden
And though I feared them once before
When they'd broken down the door
With the new tainted shards you'd left
I am surely left bereft
Now, made sure by sulking twins
Doubt and sorrow lay within
I will reach for nothing then
For I hold only broken plates within.
- Title: Plates
- Artist: Aairtiers
- Description: Plates are beautiful symbols of home and happiness. They represent structure and peace to me. Lately every plate I've carefully collected has been broken. This poem visualizes that.
- Date: 10/07/2009
- Tags: sorrow fear insanity plates
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