Unremarkably Broken

Unremarkably Broken

A Poem by poison&kerosene

My sorrow did not birth beauty
The edges of me perhaps too jagged, too small
Left with nothing to create but too much to feel

I cannot hang my anguished life on the wall
I am unable to pen my bleeding heart for the suffering
I could never sing to my fellow fragmented souls


My madness never created genius
It only left me grief for who I should have been
I could have been something to someone

I could have healed.
I sing alone.

© 2023 poison&kerosene


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No ...you don't sing alone. As poets we give OUR voice to our perceptions; but, the perceptions are shared with every view of our 'thoughts' and hence others perceive us and themselves anew. Relevancy is where common points converge - and yours are quite relevant with so many more than you give yourself credit for reaching.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Darkly jealous, sorrowfully insecure.

Lovely read

With love

Matthew

Posted 11 Months Ago


poison&kerosene

11 Months Ago

Perfect short and sweet. Jealous of a woman that never existed. Thank you for stopping by!

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Added on December 6, 2023
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