All this time, I thought you'd broken me ...
On bloodied hands and knees I collected the pieces
hastily mended them with tape and with glue
and now in my fractured reflection I see
that it was I who'd broken you.
A contest entry
- 5 line Challenge ... Contest by Riftkin.
700 points, ended November 12, 2008, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Where does it take you?
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i like how you manage to change direction so well
it seems a broken thing to be picking up pieces
but it also means you are picking up what is broken
nice
you make me think, had to read it twice
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