Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. No money is being made.
Author's Note: I am new to the Doctor Who fandom and have completely fallen in love with the story involving Amy and the Eleventh Doctor. This poem was inspired by that friendship. I've referenced many lines from the series. Hope you enjoy. X
06/19/13
Raggedy
By Sindie
The face of a child on Christmas morning,
The home of eyes so old,
To live a thousand years or more
And known love and loss,
Washed over by the restless waves,
Shifting sands that drop through the hourglass,
As though time were running –
Not out, but away –
Running away and roaming the backyard of all of space and time,
But all for what?
Kept in a box alone for too long,
And doesn't madness creep, unbidden yet known, in?
A scared, lonely little boy with his seemingly magical toy,
Jokes and laughter falling from his lips,
To cover the tears tracking their way down his cheeks,
And the hidden rage beneath.
Guilt, shame, brokenness –
What is his soul's deepest worth?
He carries his prison with him everywhere he goes,
For as he flees and changes,
Nothing really changes,
For he can't escape himself, his cage he built.
He's a raggedy-man; so worn and old,
Yet he's loved by so many,
And his old age and kindness search deeper than his doubts,
For something is raggedy only when old and loved.