themeless

a head with empty thoughts leads to 

a mouth that disintegrates into the

white sands of words never spoken. 

you are themeless, another shell 

on the beach that looks tragically

like others. children pick you up

and hold you up to the light, 

looking at truth that surely 

flies over their head with 

sadistic thoughts. 

you are a ragdoll with stitched

on features to feign happiness 

because you have never been 

held. you sit in your plastic 

little house sipping imaginary

tea. 

    it would be nice if it was 

     Earl Grey. it's murky and 

     cloudy like the depths of

     your very soul, 

your hollowed, themeless 

  soul.