broken pieces
fall to the floor
shatter everywhere
and break some more
tears fall slowly
down my face
memories repeating
im unable to erase
feeling so lonely
lost in the quiet
piece by piece
i pick them up again
Again, you are a hopefull person.... you are broken, and still you are thinking on recovery... you are hurt but you can think even in revenge, in hate... I admire you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely written. Everything is there to tell the story from beginning to end. The rhythm of the reading is smooth and glides along.