"Broken"

"Broken"

A Poem by Steven Pottle


When the lights burn bright at the height of your fires
And below seems so far away
Please remember that I may still be down there somewhere-
Lost and wishing that I didn't have to stay

When the sticks and stones no longer touch your bones
And so there's no reason to always phone
Please remember that I'll probably still be sitting there-
Waiting patiently for you to call home

And when the parties and invites get thrown at your feet
And all the fabulous that you may meet
Please spare a thought for the one that is caught
Stuck indoors, weakened by the sound of a street

With tilted brim smiles and recently tagged clothes
You stride fast with the beautiful and bold
So there's no need to look back at all the second-hand crap
And that includes me who's still so broken and old.

© 2008 Steven Pottle


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This was heartbreaking. The affection you feel for someone that has moved away from the home you once shared in some capacity - as if gone to Hollywood to make it big kind of vibe. This is like a song to me. You poured your heart out effortlessly -or so it it read. My favorite stanza was:
And when the parties and invites get thrown at your feet
And all the fabulous that you may meet
Please spare a thought for the one that is caught
Stuck indoors, weakened by the sound of a street


Perry-Anne

Posted 17 Years Ago


I am getting the feeling that the guy has just given up on everything, and just let the girl go. Its a meloncholy piece, rather sad. But it also speaks of strength on the guy, to let her go..to wish her a good time, so to speak.
Hopefully the guy learns that even if she thinks he's broken and second store material, there may be a girl out there who finds treasure in the rattiest of places.

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Added on February 10, 2008

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Steven Pottle
Steven Pottle

London, South London, United Kingdom



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