Lovely Penguin

This is a poem I wrote a while ago. It twists several concepts that I was toying with at the time, so I hope you enjoy it
by marie Gordon

My face has holes
Drilled to the bone
Cry plastic tears
Paint cheeks’ tone
How empathy
Weeps when alone
How sympathy
Smiles in crowds
How forgetful
Grieving becomes
When new treasure
Gives eyes white shroud
How vanity
Came into life
Manifested
My hollow strife
The mystery
I can but solve
To say I did
Invite resolve
Patch upon patch
Makes bruised skin weak
Coddling pity
As swift words leak
My endeavor
Failed when I cried
A shameful prayer
With treasure spied

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