|Shattered|

Its come back.

The ache.

The hollowness. 

How can something emotional physically hurt.

It’s been said that people can die of a heartache.

I believe it.

I believe one of these days.

When no one is watching.

My heart will explode.

From all that I’m feeling.

From all that has been building.

From the lack of aid. 

I believe it. 

I may not have a broken heart from man.

But it is broken all the same.

Shattered.

Shattered like glass.

A.L.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many reason for a shattered heart my friend.
"But it is broken all the same.
Shattered.
Shattered like glass"
When are picking up the pieces and trying to piece together. We see the bad-side of things done. Thank you dear A.L. for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Chris]

Damn, I hate when another FEELS that level of internalized pain. It seldom eases on its own and the sheer day-to-day living becomes so weak and draining. I felt I lived Bobbi Gentry's Refractions...

You take care.

[Adishree Basnet]

I feel it. I've been through it so I feel it. And the worst part is - there's is no escape.

[Karmee]

This is a wonderful little write, I really enjoyed this.

[A.L.]

Well look at you...reviewing and enjoying my "little write". Thank you GS

[Karmee]

not a problem

[MarkAndTheOcean]

Lovely little poem A.L, very sad and hollow, like a little prison of regret and sorrows.

[Relic]

I've had that feeling in the past so I know it well. Your metaphor is great. It does feel as though you're a piece of glass that has shattered and there's no way of piecing it all back together.