Ten Perfect Fingers, Ten Perfect Toes
cold white light
and in the haze
ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes
eyes forever closed
mind screamed
in corner cower and hurt huddled
breaking
bathed in a shower of tears
and (stone cold) solemn march
a broken plastic doll
still in the original wrapping
still in the box
still, in the box
ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes
etched in black marble
lost in crowds
of beloved wife
and faithful son
and a family of angels
to guard the way.
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Author:
markashley1961 (
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Comments1
So much metaphor in this poem. The perfect fingers and toes yet the broken doll still in the original wrapper and box. This feels dark. A powerful write still in the wrapper as well
thanks
You are most welcome
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