Unfixable Poem by Amanda Larsen

Kneeling down she looked so old
she shook with cold
Decieved
With blue fingers she picked up
the broken sharps
from dirty water on the street
Her blue fingers bled
the coldest liquid red
She bit her teeth together
and swallowed a pathetic sound

She stood up from the ground
the sharps of glass were in her arms
Unfixable
but she could never leave them
to do another person harm
The sounds of city drowned her cryes
The rainy night got colder
as will for fight got weaker
as fire frose to ice

She didn't have a place to go
but she kept walking in the dirt
so she could fool herself that 'home'
was not a long-forgoten word

Her shoes were torn, her clothes were wet
Her life seemed like a pointless bet
She looked down on the sharps, 'it seems
they're sharps of all my broken dreams'
Alone
Too late to cry
She wished the rain would stop
She wished the pain would die
She wished to fall
and sleep
just lie and sleep there on the side
of the most rainy dirty street

But something that just wouldn't die
made her keep walking
in her lie
of a place to go
of a someone to rely

She once was pretty like a doll,
But now a very broken heart
was carrying those bitter sharps
of a very broken soul
of a body black as coal
That beauty was a memory
of happy moments she once stole
of times when all those sharps were whole

But the night would not get warmer
and the rain would not get dry
Her inside would not get stronger

In three hours she would die

And all the people who ignored her
would pretend to cry
the selfish tears
of guilt
And then they would forget
within the fairytale they built
they left her dying in the filth
with sharps of long-lost glance

But she could never leave them
for she could never leave a chance
to live a day when she would dance

Now she was sleeping
Relieved
She died upon that dirty street
Her shoes still torn upon her feet
Her words still left unspoken
Her sharps forever broken
Unfixable

That rainy night a heard was dead
but it had never beat