Fix Me

Fix Me

A Poem by London

Teardrops fall and pool on the keys,

Of my battered computer keyboard,

My vision blurred,

And a pounding in my head,

From the resounding echoes,

Of the hateful things we said,

I pound my fist upon my desk,

Till blood glides down my hand,

I stare at the blood,

Longing to understand,

Tears are falling faster,

I cannot stop them anymore,

The strings holding together my sanity,

Are falling to the floor,

My strength has all but left me,

I am a weak and broken man...

Come and get me if you will..

And fix me if you can.

© 2011 London


Author's Note

London
eh..its one of those kind of nights..

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Indeed it was, a meriment of divulged and personifcation of though process, well done, good read.

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow, amazing...really great write

Posted 13 Years Ago


You do amazing dark writes...amazing!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


oh man, this is really good. I can feel the ache...the anguish.. i can relate to the sadness.. I love this poem. It has that darkness and has that loss of hope and everything is just going wrong. Fantastic write!! =) I love it. It's so full of emotions.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I could feel the pain and sadness in the poem. Easy to fall apart. Hard to find a repair sometime. Strong sentences gave life and emotion to the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


full of emotion...it has that dark sadness to it that makes you feel all of the pain...it makes you realize that your not the only one that needs help and everyone has been there...make it through and amazing job

Posted 13 Years Ago


Strong intense emotions.. well penned.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I HEAR YOU .. WE HAVE ALL BEEN "THERE" .. REST AND DREAM OF LOVELY THINGS .. BATTLE CAN WAIT TILL DAWN ..

... JASMINE

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love this, a dark peice tht flows nicsly... well donee

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on November 6, 2011
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London
London

Trapped in my own psychosis



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My name is London. I'm a writer..words run through my veins like a drug i can't escape from.I love tattoos and piercings. Yup im a freak. I play guitar and draw. I'm single. I look forward to making.. more..

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