"WAX DOLL" - a poem

WAX DOLL

The breath is deep and filled with sore,

The pain is innocent, that you can not control,
Standing like a wax doll,

That wants to make a step ahead,

Yet the sudden pain is starting to take over,

Making the doll to collapse,
Shuttering to little pieces of wax,

While being thrown everywhere,

She feels the pain again,that came and does not let her go,

She wants to run away, to disappear,

She felt like she had to do her last step forward,

But her little pieces,

The only thing that left off of her,

Began to fade away,and the innocent pain,

Could be still felt in the air.