wreckageA Poem by Theresa Lennonlove can leave you wrecked and broken.
I’m all that’s left of the wreckage A bleeding, breathing, lifeless face. A thousand pieces stitched together How does anyone survive this place? For days on days I thought I’d die Between the soothing crashing waves. I whispered my prayers to the wind But death never seemed to take. And I am a survivor But I don’t feel alive. I lost all feeling When you threw me aside. You said you’re sorry But the fascination had died. I freely signed onto this hard fate When I blindly handed you my heart. You said it was your greatest treasure. And it would never come to harm. I watched my friends all drift away And fall into the oceans open arms. And then I was all that was left Much too late to sound any alarm. And I am a survivor But I don’t feel alive. I lost all feeling When you threw me aside. You said you’re sorry But the fascination had died. You spun me tales of love and laughter I clung to them as though they were gold. You said that I would stand by your side But you threw me into the cargo hold. And I am a survivor But I don’t feel alive. I lost all feeling When you threw me aside. You said you’re sorry But the fascination had died. I’m all that’s left of the wreckage All the pieces that you didn’t want. © 2008 Theresa Lennon |
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3 Reviews Added on March 19, 2008 AuthorTheresa Lennonhouston, TXAboutI'm Seventeen and I've been writing for the greater portion of my life. It's my first passion. As far back as I can remember I would just swing in my backyard and make up songs in my head. more..Writing
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