wreckage

wreckage

A Poem by Theresa Lennon
"

love 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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Much talent here... a wonderful arrangement that I think is quite capable of carrying a tune... can you hear it? This is good stuff.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very well written... tallented indeed.

Posted 16 Years Ago


awwwwwwwwwww that's sad. :'( but good.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on March 19, 2008

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Theresa Lennon
Theresa Lennon

houston, TX



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I'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..

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