Shards

I see the broken glass on the floor.

The many shards

Spread all over.

I dare to touch them.

Hold the pieces in my hand.

I want to feel the pain

Of them cutting into my sensitive flesh.

To know I am still alive.

I beg to be heard and admired

Not thought to be someone crazy.

I am perfectly sane.

Just wanting to be recognized.

 

Reviews

[MrsRadke]

I love how dark your poems are, especially this one. I've felt those days before, writing gets me through them. ;)

[_////---Elektrik Phanto..]

the paradox of true insanity is being completely sane

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This reminds me of the desire to hold a flame. Taboos are always interesting
subject matter. This also reminds me of having the courage to undertake a
task that is considered a waste of time by others. In that sense...there can
be compassion found here that is not common in this day and age.

[Tainted Angel]

God, this is the way I've been feeling for days now. I thank you for putting up this piece, and I love the free verse it has. =) This is just what I needed to read, to let me know someone else holds these feelings at least in their mind, if not in their heart.

[JustWantLove]

That's a nice little piece. I especially liked the picking up of the broken pieces to feel the pain. Very nicely stated!