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WWII Theme with a doll's POV. Very Emotional. Please Rate! K. Stein
Anna


I look into the window pane
Watching the snow fall deeply into the ground
Hoping the sun would shine
Completely drawn back from Faith

It was pushed
Forced upon my soul
What have I become?
What have you done?

It's a different life
Difference in the air
And these dreams aren't clear
I'm so confused and lost

I became Empty
No thoughts
No feelings

In my mind
Sitting alone
Sitting next to myself

In the closet
I sat on the shelf
I was forgotten
Remembered by dust

Red ribbons in my hair
My face painted with care
I was the lonely Porcelain doll
With tears and all

I seen you
Years by years
And you began to change
From someone so innocent
To the creature of the Darkness

Suffering from neglect
I never knew how you felt
Those eyes searched in the darken closet
I wondered what you have lost

You look in my direction
And smiled
"I remember you."
And I received a hug
And yet, I still feel empty

You kept me next to your heart
And wore the necklace I once had worn
And suddently the door was torn
Those hands grabbed you as you scream

You let go
As your hope and faith would
And I crashed unto the floor
And you dragged through the door

I never knew what to do
Or what happened to you

Again, I was forgotten
And remembered by dust
I was the lonely porclain doll
Tears and all

Days have passed
I have cried my tears
And given up life
Those tears filled my cup
My empty heart

Through the window pane
The snow fell
covered the confusion of my heart
Covered the pain of you

I'm numbed by the cold
Waiting for your return

One night
It was dark
And I heard unfamilar voices
They echoed in the hall

There was a man
A woman
A girl child
And she reminded me of you

They carried nothing
But blankets with holes
I felt a gentle hand
I was carried by a man

"Ah, look Amielé,
She was alone.
Be her friend
And heal her wounds

"Becareful, my child
For she is broken and hurt
She need love and care
A friendship to share"

He handed me to her
She carefully placed me in her arms
Rocked me back and forth
Covered in kisses and tears.

She calls me her Rosalina
She asked me if that was alright
I think she heard me
She whispered my name in my ear

"Papa! Rosalina says 'Thank you'
She was all alone.
The girl that loved her was grabbed.
Thats why the door was torn."

She kissed my forehead
And said "It's alright, Anna.
Your name is safe,
A secret locked in my heart."

I think she really sees me
Recovered from the dark
She was humming a song
And yet, she can barely hang on.

A new life
I have been reborn.

I wa the lonely porcelain doll
Tears and all
Lost and found
Forgotten and remembered

Stories i will tell
My girl wasn't well
The would recoverd me
Hasn't eaten
Hasn't been warm.

I think she heard me
Cheering her on
She looks in my direction
And smiled
And laughed

"You're so foolish!
So näive!
One day, You'll have another girl!
Someone like me..."

She fell asleep
And her parents cried
As they screamed her name

She never woke

Her father looked at me
And kissed my face

"You're coming with us."

I traveled in his arms
He said we are leaving
To a new land
A new home

He never let me go

We travel on foot by land
And many days have passed
His wife doesn't look well as we travel

"We are halfway there"
He said to us as we touched the boat
"We are going to Amerika!"
And his wife's eyes grew in fear.

They slept in the dark corner
Filled with people
It was crowded
But he held on to me tightly

We landed
And pushed through
His wife cried
"I wish she was here!"

Her father saw a child
A young girl
He saw how sad she was
But no tears fell

"Where's your Mama, Little One?"
"I don't know"
"Then we shall wait with you
Young girls shouldn't be alone."

Three days have passed
And the child's mother hasn't shown.

In the darkness
The child screamed in pain of loneliness
"She's never made it, did she?"

He gave me to her
"What is your name?
We'll be your parents."
"Anna..."
"This is Rosalina."

"No..

"Her name is Anna."


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