my life is fragile like a pane of glass,
about to shatter any minute into crystal splinters.
they stab into my flesh, painful memories of the past
and try as i might, they will not detach from me.
hugging me, smothering me, in their anguishing embrace.
i'm choking, suffocating, from the wrath of my life.
or can i still call it that? my life?
or has it shattered too many times?
it's cracked and broken into tiny fragments,
seemingly impossible to mend.
Bleeding sorrow, melancholy, and woe.
will i always carry with me this unfortunate burden?
no, for i will fight. i will fight for my happiness.
i will fight to mend the slivers and pieces of my life together.
A contest entry
- Pick a word - Write a poem in 10 lines or less (F) by The Fun House.
1050 points, ended December 14, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What does the chaos in this poem remind you of?
Comments
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Wow...
It really brings images of shattered glass and dank surrow places... Good job!
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Relationships are never easy. They seem to live only to breed joy from our body and pain from our hearts. Nice job.
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Really good
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