A Hollow Boy
An autumn night in a dark little town
Where all leaves are dry and people seem down
There in an alley a puppet shop lies
And in a corner of the shop a small boy cries.
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The little child sobs, pouring sweet tears
For he is alone – or so it appears
In the dark damp room where only he lies
He is observed by hundred glass eyes
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Alone, cast out in this cold rough world
His hollow cries would never be heard
And yet - a hand is placed on his shoulder
A wooden hand. Stiffer, harder, colder.
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The boy twirls a wire – and feels an embrace
He pulls the thread tighter, and is met by a face
An empathic face, for all pain to quell
But beneath this face – an empty shell
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So here now lies our puppeteer boy,
Weeping out loud, clutching this toy
And all other puppets he would sew
Because, after all, they're empty too.
Phew, OVER! Now I can finally get some sleep... You guys liked it? If you did, would you mind sparing a couple of minutes to post a review, I really would appreciate it. Thank you for reading and have a nice day!