Broken

I'm like a puppet with cut strings.

Unable to move without a puppetteer controling me.

I'm like a toy car with all my wheels pulled off.

Useless, sitting here at the bottem of the toy box.

I'm like a bird with no wings.

Lost to fly freely, so high beyond reach.

I'm like a guitar with no chords.

Music gone, to fingures to strum me.

I'm broken.

Maybe someone will fix me.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

That was so nice ,a bit depressed though,but I loved it..
I am a puppet with cut strings and no puppitteer to control me
A bird with no wings,could not fly free or high beyond reach
We can not be broken dear ,we built our strength from the inside
or rather its there on the inside,we build it,we stir it to gather more strength
Nothing will break us down,if the mind is clear and shining..its all in the mind dear
it can take us to frontiers no one ever could go,and it will build us a strength no one could imagine
lovely write..

[Jessica Danielle]

Umm, i want to say that, this poem iss sort of told from a broken toys point of view.

[Ayesha Atif]

Jessica, this is so beautiful and very depressing. It seems like the writer is waiting for someone to come and change his/her life.
Well, keep exercising your talent.