To whoever it is
That holds within
their mitts
A figurine of me,
raggedy and torn to bits.
Could you
please refrain
from sticking
those needles in,
repeatedly.
I'm wracked with pain.
Why the stabbing
again, and again?
What did I do
to deserve this?
What is the purpose?
Please, I beg,
could you stop.
Snapping the arms
and cracking its back,
this punishment seems
over the top
Could you treat it
a little kinder please?
I would be forever grateful
if you resit breaking its knees.
Woah shit
did you dunk it
in thick cement.
All seized up,
my joints are frozen.
Why have you chosen
to restrict my motion?
I was only dozing.
I lament
I’m stuck, just embracing
what may await,
Screaming in uppercase
from this bed, my final resting place.
Whomsoever created
The voodoo doll of me,
please I beg, release me
from this pain. The agony
beyond mere human speech.
The only way I can describe it
is through some
ancient hellish screech.
Those pins don't need
to be pushed in,
I'm not sure what sins
I'm being tried for
did I release too much poetry?
Bore you to tears?
Or deliver a line
that you found wooden.
Splintering your ears.
What did I do? what is the reason?
Was I some tyrannical leader
in a past life?
Making Hitler look saintly
in comparison.
A bastard that caused strife,
a murderer or criminal,
only purpose to end life.
Someone of power? Was I a politician,
who made the people cower?
Did a past me
lock innocent people
in a tower?
Because this punishment
is seemingly endless
and it's getting worse
every hour.
Thanks for reading
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