As a broken doll, I am. Just laying there forgotten.
Alone, tangled, apart. Observing the world, unable to belong.
Morning to night, night to morning____as a broken doll.
Mindlessness keeps me here. Cold, without warmth of love.
What charity does life give when its like this? Silence____,
Makes my heart ache, to be alone and unloved. Broken,
with no tether to keep a hold.
Image charcoal by Thomas Nunes. #2 version of the poem.