Broken

by Thomas A Michel   Jul 8, 2005


I see me sitting sadly in the corner
Knees drawn up tightly to my chest.
Mind and body wreaked in sorrow
As tears course down my face.
I pray to a God I don't believe in
Yet I curse him in the same breath.
I look at me with narrowed eyes
Pitying the sorry creature I have become.
I look into my wretched soul
Cursing the emptiness inside.
Emptiness put there by my own stupidity.
As I stand over the huddling form of myself
I see I have gotten what I deserved from life.
I had no right to the beautiful love we shared
When the love rightfully belonged to her.
Sadly I watch the shell of myself slowly cracking
Oozing out all the pain and misery within my soul.
There on top of all the shattered pieces
Lay my beating heart, all alone.
I gently pick it up and place it where it belongs.
May it rest in peace forever.

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  • 19 years ago

    by samara

    very good write . . .
    xoxo samara

  • 19 years ago

    by XxTeArSxX17

    wow nice job on this poem you did a great job 5/5

  • 19 years ago

    by Hayley

    you are amazing, i know i've said this before but its like your speaking from my mind...this part says me all over it: I pray to a God I don't believe in Yet I curse him in the same breath...thats me, i beg him to let me be happy...yet i hate him so much for letting me and so many other people live depressed and hating everything, but mostly them selves...amazing, hugs-hayley