Broken

Broken things

Broken was the girl

Who walked the crooked way

 

She was always broken

As she walked everyday

 

Broken was the boy

Who played everyday

 

Broken was the writer

As she wrote her way

 

She broke the young

As she wrote that day

Author's Note

Short and some of my early work.

Reviews

[fireblossom]

what does wasy mean? is it childlike talk or a typo?

Anyhow, so far your writing always has a twinge of bitterness or bittersweetness. I like reading your poems. I don't always like reading poetry found here at WC. Even poetry that is technically good. But your work is always interesting. The day endings worked in this short setting as did the two verse statements. Like a nursery rhyme. The was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile sort of meter. Nice writing.

Your writing springs from real depth. Very interesting.