Fried bread and a broken heart

by Tiny Reader   Dec 4, 2006


Eating my way to oblivion
At hopes of finding you there
Sitting cross-legged, and angry
On this hard and wooden chair.

The echo of the silence
The post mounting on the mat.
A startled purr reminds me
I've forgot to feed the cat.

Called in sick for work today,
As I plan to fall apart.
All I'll have to keep me company
Is fried bread and a broken heart.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Normal is the Watchword

    One suggestion maybe make the last line just, "Fried bread and broken heart." Maybe it will flower better with that. Your poem was alright but while it had some good in it by showing somebody not doing things as they fell apart in their own heartache, I felt you could have expanded on each one. I felt a stranger to your poem and not included sadly. Like I said just try expanding it a bit.

  • 17 years ago

    by Cuddles

    Sarah, I love this poem. It has a certain je ne se quoi. I have no idea what that means, but I do know that it's a good thing. Beautiful...

  • 17 years ago

    by Jason

    I love this poem even though I don't like cats but cats aren't what the poems about. It has the feel of down but not suicidal down. Good job

    p.s. I love fry bread

  • 17 years ago

    by Brittany C

    I loved this poem. Can relate my boyfriend justbrock up with me and eating is one way I deal with. Though it is not the best way. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Synh

    Ummm.... what're you sad about? Like, what did this person do to you to make you fill such hurt ache? You should a few stanzas that say what he did without actually saying it. It's kinda short but other than that, awesome job! 4/5