Broken Sculptures And Superglue Poem by Lyrael Myrna

Broken Sculptures And Superglue

Rating: 5.0


They sculptured me
Into many things
Programming my mind
To project illusions
Of some battered childhood
With broken ends
“Its time to sleep, dear-
Too late to make new friends”
They tell me I should rest
My weary mind is running
Out the window
In all my dreams

It gets lonely sometimes
Outside in the world
When I’m left
With out a mind
Without some hope
That this battered childhood projection
Has been left behind

Some say I want it all
But they’ll never really know
How much I’ve lost
To gain something

They’ll never really know

How much I cared
About you
For just a little
Bit of life in return

And I’ll go on to tell you this
After years of fighting strong
For the love I truly needed
To feel like I belong
And you’ll keep on singing
The song that killed my life
That one that keeps repeating
How much I was in strife
And my heart is swiftly racing
Yearning too for greater things
But you just keep on humming
About death and diamond rings

I didn’t have to leave
But it was best to try
To forget the ones that hurt me most
It’s better than having to die

And I don’t think you’ll ever know
What it means to fly
Back in through the window
Without ever having to cry

It’s one last search over
For the Captain and his crew
We’re all sailing into a clichéd sunset
A sunset you fools never knew

And after years of being sculptured
Into broken parts of my life
As I once knew
I finally could strengthen up
Strength that helped me make it through
It was love that was overdue
Here’s a toast to a new you!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Dorn 22 June 2006

Lyrael, I could use some of that superglue. I liked the symbolic nature of the title and how it related to the poem... well done! ! Brian

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