A Broken State

 

Hiding in the darkness

From the monsters around,

I wonder if they can

Beat me all over again,

Taking half my heart like

They did the last time

They lusted for what

They really craved for.

 

At first, I was just a victim

Of what they called

 A broken state in my heart,

Trying to sew up the parts

That were ripped apart and taken away,

Making me wonder if I would

Ever have my pride back for what

Those monsters have done to me

While they laughed at me

While I was almost dead on the ground.

 

But now as I watch

Them scrounging around for me,

I take in a deep breath

 And take out my sword,

Slashing them into pieces

With their inky blood splashed

Across my worn out face.

Author's Note

This is when I freaked out because Writerscafe wasn't loading up today....
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Suffer with the line breakage. XD Lol.
And does the first little part of the last paragraph make any sense?

Reviews

[Allusyen]

I adore the line breakage, it makes it look more fun to read before you start.
I really love the whole imagery in this piece and the last paragraph just amused the hell out of me. It makes a whole load of sense, on a lot of levels... so even if it's not what you were intending it to make sense about, it does somewhere.
I absolutely love this piece.
Thank you for sharing it.

[Rosary]

i think it turned out wonderfully i woudnt worry about it if i were you

[L.G. Knight]

love the emphasis on broken state... I was pretty much freaking out too lol... I think we all were with recent events having an effect on what we all were thinking was going to happen... I really didn't want to re load EVERYTHING back on here lol I have done alot of that over the past couple of months... still haven't got EVERYTHING back in.... The last paragraph makes perfect sence to me... though I have to be honest when first reading before reading the coments I was thinking of a rape victim coming to her own defence... This was a really great poem porbably my most favorite of yours so far... very nicely done!

~Frances~

At first, I was just a victim

Of what they called

A broken state in my heart,

Trying to sew up the parts

That were ripped apart and taken away,

Making me wonder if I would

Ever have my pride back for what

Those monsters have done to me

While they laughed at me

While I was almost dead on the ground.

These lines were my reason for my first assumption really powerful stuff!

[John Stussy]

lol i was freaking out about that myself. good poem you came up with about it. i really enjoyed the last paragraph, taking your sword out in vengeance upon them. altogether, a great poem.