Crumpled

i am crumpled

discarded

having been used one too many times

the gilt edges of my pages

are worn and dulled

rubbed off and taken away

by those i foolishly gave my heart to

had i known this would be the case

i would have jealously guarded my secret self

hoarded it like a fatly fierce dragon

protecting with vigilance

everything she holds dear

instead

i'm now left wandering

these empty cavernous places

deep inside

crying out

just to hear my echo

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I like it. I know the mood you describe, people being so fickle in their affections. I like the way the poem progresses from the crumped, minimised state, to the cavernous maxmimsed state, thus straddling a great sweep in the metaphor of melancholy. Marvellous stuff. I like the coin dropping in the other poem better though as I can sense the motion of the coin and feel a sense of expenctancy and suspense as I wait and wait and ... for it to drop.

[JustWantLove]

Very meaningful and strong; the soul of the poem speaks loudly to me; This writing is the sort I love to see!

[Iota]

Hine site is a wonderful thing it would be better if we could have it before we chose our next love. Once again this is a beautiful write with a strong message and deep feelings.

[An owl on the moon]

What an overwhelming sadness flows through these words of pain... of rejection... Here you share with us a write that has such depth and emotion, and we feel it gripping.. .lingering on... So powerfully written...

[Wildfleour]

Oh my god - can I relate to this one. An excellent write, my friend.

We must be much more careful with who we share our souls and secret selves to.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem is disturbing. Some of us have been here ourselves and it reminds us of that feeling at
the time. Only a great writer can make us feel this way. Beautiful story.

[bluessadmood]

Oh how sweet..a bit sad filled with bitterness
crumpled discarded being used too many..my pages are worn and dulled
rubbed too much..foolishly gave my heart to so many..should have guarded my secret self
and kept everything of me to me..now I am left hearing echoes of hollowed spaces of me..inside me
very deep and so sweet..so bitter i felt these words..bit sad
lovely write