Originally posted by Mirumoto:
Little toys
When did they grow up to be themselves?
Lost in their selfless wonder of the world around them
In youth, we play them, as they did play us
what goes on in their story instead?
Or , as we put them aside and go to sleep,
They awake, and patch their own wounds
then, tilling their souls, they look to us and they brim with
tears,
hoping tommorow, the bite marks go away, and we will treat them
better.
In another world, love and affection. Growing up
Touch and tell, The child-like innocence, wide-eyed wonder
In their eyes, where has the story been told
Of their whispers in the dark, praying to be stronger.
So as we awake the next morning, so many years ago. We see them on
the floor
"Hi! could we play together?"
When we met up, you mentioned that this poem is about child
rape, but reading this piece, I think the hints within are too
subtle, and the tone of the poem overall is too calm.
As it is, the poem itself seems to lean more towards about growing
up and losing childhood like innocence, but not enough to suggest
something as serious as what you intended.
Despite that, it is a very interesting question posed: what do toys
see in us as we grow up around them.
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I'm afraid I will not be able to comment on Southern Blend. I find
it far too abstract. I think you are trying to do some
non-sequitors, but I'm failing at connecting the lines.
