Broken and Torn

by Tracie   Jan 27, 2012


These straight lines will become my alibi
Theres no where to run
And I know I can't fly
A silent madness, Creeping slowly up walls
Awaiting death before everything
Alone I fall, As quiet as my loudest cry
Screaming mean words inside
I will never know why, Ill never understand
Im just a figment in a far away land
So afraid of whats to come
But facing it all the same
Life's to short, To be caught up in your games
Played for the fool
Im broken on the outside, Inside im torn....

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  • 9 years ago

    by Shruti

    This poem is really powerful.
    "A silent madness, Creeping
    slowly up walls"
    ^when I visualised this in my mind, I really felt like something is creeping behind me.
    Very nice dark poem.
    5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    This is beautifully written. You use the right words and you made it flow smoothly, i see nothing worth fixing in this.