you have stolen so much from me
leaving me hardly able to carry on
so used and empty i have become
this hollowness is turning me numb
hoping eventually pain will subside
crushed, my heart is barely beating
wondering how something so broken
you can take and shatter even more
the hurt and confusion is too much
finding comfort only from a blade
this broken girl needs to get away
trapped, still held captive by it all
alone and hurting, another tear falls
Beautifully dramatic. Another tear would fall indeed. And even the most shattered mirror can be broken into finer pieces.
The vast primordial flood captured in one tear. Exquisite execution!
Deeply emotional write. Know that you are not a lone, I care about you, my dear friend. I pray God will give you comfort. Keep penning, love your work! :)
Don't let any man define you. Treat yourself the way you want to be treated. Do things for yourself that make you feel better, like, buy yourself something nice, do art, taking yourself out to a art show or museum, go for a long walk, whatever you would like to do, anything other then waiting around for this other person to make you feel better, it's not going to happen, it will in fact get worse if you don't put yourself first. I love all your poems, there so well written, so truthful, meaningful, and have great rhythm. You are poetry. :)
so much emotion in so few lines.. yes dramatic, but life and its enevitable pain are dramatic... I again empathise..and again see the beauty behind the tragedy. Brilliant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it, though again this reference to the knife? disturbing...though I think the best poems are written by people at one end of the emotional scale or the other - very downj or very excited / or when they are simply very interested in the subject matter. I wrote 'Hello Darling' and 'Overwound' many years ago when I was feeling very down. Writing these poems were a good way of coming to terms with my feelings - a sort of self help. Time is the healer. Great poem Mark