Shattered, scarred, torn into a million pieces,
Left upon this land to either, live or die.
Inconsistent emotions, feelings been released
Puppet on a string for him, his words a lie;
Puzzle of misery and broken images, lost I am.
I no longer know what’s up or down, left or right, start or end.
Natural instincts stripped, does anyone give a damn?
Go ahead try, see if you can put who I was, together again.
Answers to questions, lodged somewhere in my mind,
Whispers of the past linger, future fights to get in.
Am I ready yet, to enjoy the life of another kind?
Yet you look at me, puzzled, I am still me locked within.
Fresh fruit of promise is still embedded somewhere
Right in the depths of what use to be, laying amongst pieces.
Onward I did march to a tune of fear, he didn’t care.
Moments spark up from back then and then it eases.
Life had swallowed me, man had broken me, could I be repaired?
I am in love with you today, but can you handle the pieces I carry?
Frowning on the road blocks, yet from death I had be spared,
Eventually, I can be put together, but, do you have the patience for me?
Author notes
A contest entry for:
please solve me...
Oh ! You said that I am a puzzle, then ,please solve me...Unknown This quote is a prompt. Please write a poem inspired by this quote. Around 20 lines. No rules. Thank you so much.
by PrabhuDayal Khattar
A contest entry
- please solve me... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 20, 2008, 19 entries
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Inded a heartfelt work with so much thought and truths of life..I love this piece..thanks for your wonderful entry....
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I love you auntie.
You are unique in all that you are and love will
wait for you
Love,
Mess
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you are a unique person and I love you with all my heart.I wish I lived nearer so that when you were down I could pop over and just natter and go out and go do gurly stuff
Ilove you always mum and you know that no matter what I will sit here and listen...i may be young but my maturity levels are high
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The trouble is Tory, you are unique, there is no set of plans for reconstructing you, one of a kind, but you will be whole and well again.
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Yay!!! I get to be the first to comment on this wonderfully crafted acrostic!! My favorite part would half to be the last stanza. such a perfect ending to sum this up. Thanks for sharing!!!
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