The Rocking Doll

Look at the Rocking doll

That smiling faced Rocking doll

I call her the happy machine

That I admire superfluously

With my eyes gleaming jealously

Chanting about its fortunes

How lucky it is, I would think

That someone made it

With a laughing key 

It giggles at every attempt

Like I tickle on her armpits,

I wish I could just be that

No matter you hurt or hurl it

It laughs like a mad lass

Gracefully at reasons

And awkwardly in my silence

Shortly I found myself

Being a playcraft in reverse

That I became her reason to laugh,

Its chortles bewitched

Echoing in my vacuum 

That drums my wailing heart

Taunting my feelings to it

My cradled hands had to slay it

Before it would attempt

To make a show out of my

Self empathized suicide

And the rocking doll never laughed…