Broken Spirits

Crying out to be heard
But taunting echoes scream back
A reminder of my abandoned self
In this hollow emptiness I yield

Pulled out threads, one by one
Tearing my will to the ground
Left with a heap of confusion
Too vast to sort through

The dreary weight of my conscience
A burden upon my shoulders
Of what I’ve turned away from
Refusing to embrace it

A broken spirit all that remains
Nothing but a shattered reflection
As I unwillingly stare into them
Portraying what I’d dare not see

Reviews

[Brad Nugent]

This is a good poem, filled with emotion that is almost tangible. The imagery of a shattered reflection embodying a broken spirit is very powerful.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Broken Spirits is a most appropriate title for this piece you have penned incredibly well. I believe this is how we feel when we have turned away from everything we believe in, but we can turn back.

[Jeremy Baker]

I love the last stanza here - quite evocative and moving. The feeling of being invisible and unknown, even to ourselves, is dealt with very sensitively here. More please!