Broken Words

A poem I wrote about a boy who got under my skin; in a bad way.

Pictures of broken hearts

The cries of pain start

The flowers have welted,

On the alter they wait

The feeling of pain,

The feeling we create.

 

I watch a tear fall,

The raindrops surprise us all,

But I’ve hid away, hoping to withdraw,

But the faces follow, my helpless call.

 

I don’t care about why,

I’m not here to cry,

My powerless feelings washed on by,

Hatred burns like an acid inside,

The pain ripping threw as those b******s ask why

 

Would you not be ignorant

For once in your life?

I’ve suffered enough, no need to stay alive

But I’m here today,

making it back to the start.

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

This is heartfelt, honest, and well written. Keep writing!

[Wolfe Greytome]

An excellent piece.