A Rhyme From A Lost Childhood

Thomasine Dye


I am tired

I am scared

Hide myself

From what’s out there


Ever watchful

Through the night

Lest the demon

Take my eyes


“Little dolly,

All alone.

No one wants you,

This we know.”


Says the monster

In my head

Tells me I should

Go to bed


“Lie down, lie down,

Useless thing.

Let it take you

It won’t sting.”


No use to call out

I won’t try

No one listens

To my cries


“Such a burden,

Such a waste.

Let another

Take your place.”


Choke a sob

And shut my eyes

Cross my heart

And hope to die

  • Author: Thomasine Dye (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2022 03:03
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 6
  • User favorite of this poem: jarcher54.


  • jarcher54

    Your writing is very beautiful, very pregnant with emotion and thoughtful observation. I am fascinated by this little piece, and it's gonna take me a bit longer to figure out exactly why. The short lines belie the weighty emotions each one carries. This piece is like a child discovering adult things. This was the sweetest part of a long day.

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