To be Broken

by PygmyPuff   Jun 8, 2006


The sacred words spoken
-hands on - hands off -
This is a repetition,
A slap in the face.
The real meaning is slipping,
The way that we are.

You're a special offer warrior,
Wrestling with memories.
The unseen looking into an abyss,
To be used at a later date .

The final movement
sipping time through a straw,
Comprehensive as a new life.
Abandoned; not quite murdered.

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  • 18 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    You have a beautiful mind. I am impressed.

  • 18 years ago

    by Jacqui Armstrong

    It kinda confuzed me
    but it flowed well n was interesting =D

    Love
    Jacs
    xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Stabbylou

    Another great poem, the imagery and language used is intelligent and captivating, you write with pure talent 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Darien

    The last sentence of the first stanza, use 'I', that way the reader won't be so confused. Good poem though.

  • 18 years ago

    by Stephanie

    Very good write! Good flow, good desciription! 5/5 Keep up the good work!

    -Stephanie-

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