Broken Glass

The heavyness in my chest

I feel like i inhaled broken glass

cutting me up, with gruesome jest,

with jarred mass....

 

.....

 

I can't take the pain anymore

It's not something  I can't keep to ignore...

[ignore]

[ignore]

[ignore]

 

...

 

Whispers....

Stop...

please..

just stop...

 

...

 

Standing here

alone

Greeted by the frozen cheer

a moan.

 

...

 

If you cut.. open my chest...

I wonder... if broken glass would spill..

Reviews

[No name]

This had an awesome flow and structure but at the sane time told a painful story worth telling. Nice write.

[Sylvana]

I like how you formatted this poem, and how it all told a sad and painful story.