Plastic hearts that are not real
Beat in chests that cannot feel
Plastic smile on a painted face
Plastic arms that can’t embrace
Plastic bodies standing tall
Cast hollow shadows on the wall
In a platinum palace on Easy Street
Resides the perfect plastic family
Narcistic eyes that cannot see
Or cry a tear for those who grieve
No time for someone else’s needs
They interrupt the plastic dreams
What happens when a world of fame
Slowly trickles down the drain
No more fans, what a shame
No one even remembers your name
© Leatherman 2011
Love the "platinum palace on Easy Street"! I really like the use of images and metaphor in your poetry. Write on!! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Judith!
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