BrokenA Poem by Eryn ♪
I walk through the dark corridor,
I am all alone, The worlds that I created once, A long time ago, They no longer exist, Just like that girl, The one that used to be me. It is much to quiet here, But not cold, The darkness that surrounds me, Doesn't scare me, And really it doesn't matter, Because I'm not alone, I catch her eye as she walks past. In turn she catches my arm, Turns me to face her, And looks at me with cobalt eyes, Cold and sad, But at the same time strong, And fierce, But most of all apologetic. She knows that it is me, She's been searching, Since I sent her away from me, To be herself, But still she searched, To ask me, If we could start again. I cannot accept so easily, As it is her, The one who created my demon, Yet still, She is the one who made me strong, Yet broke me, The mixed emotions fly. How can I hold up others, Now that I am broken, You cant have cracked support beams, The castle would fall, But if you rebuild them stronger, Maybe, just maybe, The broken ones will hold strong. © 2014 Eryn ♪Author's Note
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1 Review Added on January 19, 2014 Last Updated on January 19, 2014 AuthorEryn ♪Ontario, CanadaAboutI am 21 with red hair and aqua eyes. I face life one picture, one word at a time. Some call me odd, I prefer eccentric. I have fought my demons and I have won. I am known to have ADD. I move forw.. more..Writing
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