Shards of glass reflect your broken promise,
The one I held so dear to me.
The coldness of my soul,
Reminds me that you never meant a word.
And as the blood trickles down my arm,
Nostalgia fills my veins.
Of the days when I knew,
I was worth more than this.
Author notes
This is not a personal poem. This is just my take about the fact that some people get hurt and their self esteem is so low because of it, they are willing to hurt themselves.
A contest entry
- 15 Lines or Less - Free Verse Only - Self Esteem by Cupcrazy.
450 points, ended April 17, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Lovely piece, emotional and well written. Loved the form and flow and the imagry brought to mind. Thnaks for this fine entry.
Bunny
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