Broken

Just a confusing poem

 

 

traveling the dark corridors

of my own troubled mind

I continue to walk alone

quietly searching for clarity...

 

but pictures have poor resolution,

puzzle pieces are irregular in shape

and unwanted echoes clamor about

until the clutter becomes unbearable

 

blindness seems intentional

 sanity seems to dissipate

in moments of ambivalence

when cries fall on deaf ears...

 

written by bj smith

aka shallimarRose

 

Author's Note

BROKEN/LINSEY HAUN....sung by shallimarRose

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

boy can i relate to this one Ms. Shallimar ...the seeing inability to "fix" things a-right is reflected in dreams I have ... i love this poem ... its a human condition we don't often write on .. at least so brutally honest and forthright as this one ... glad to have read today ... i don't feel so all alone in me own insanity ;]
E.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you.. for me this piece actually is relates to my previous poems "Raped by a Friend" and "In the Form of a Pill".... and my searching for clarity as the drug erases your memory in part so there is never a full picture.. Pieces missing.. Whatever the situation though its difficult when you need clarity or need to talk and no one can be bothered.. ty again.. sR

[Einstein Noodle]

[robert harris jr]

great context flow and tempo it draws me eager for more

[SkinlessFrank]

a nice revelation this little poem...we will struggle and struggle to make sense of things, no matter that nothing really makes sense

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words described struggle and deep thoughts. Somethings we cannot forget. I believe the people who loved us, would want us to be okay. Thank you my friend for sharing your words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[shallimarRose]

Awww, thank you coyote… its been a long time.. It was actually family and friends who would not want me to open up... heavy sigh... Moms gone now.. and I really needed her to tell me it was not my fault... too late... :( hugs, sR

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Amanda Trerotola]

"Traveling the dark corridors

of my own troubled mind

I continue to walk alone."

-Love this!

[shallimarRose]

don't come here much since my mother passed in 2016.. Hard to write now for me... Glad you enjoyed this.. That final line about the cries falling on deaf ears is the key... Sometimes people don't want to hear bad things that have happened to you so they shut you out or up.. When we need to talk about something and no one wants to hear it its horrible... The one thing you never say to a survivor of sexual abuse is... "get over it"!!!! thank you for reading and responding.. sR

[several thousand]

Well written. The descriptive imagery has expressed a lot of emotion. Great job.

[Ambra Celeste]

There are moments in life when nothing makes sense. We look for our purpose, our direction. I really liked the 'pictures have poor resolution' metaphor, it describes so well what it feels like when we fell confused, unable so see things clearly.

[ron]

Life can do this to us. I have found that sometimes things that happen to us for no aparent reason and makes no sense at the time, will make sense latter in life. If that even makes sense. There are no deaf ears in here Rose.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes life just has poor resolution and nothing is clear...it all seems so broken, nothing fits...and we just find that we are torn between choices,and none of them is good...nice to read you again b.j.

jacob