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this is how a life breaks...

They asked for all of me
and i gave this, willingly
with faith i handed them my hope
prayer silent on dusty lips
why can i not love?

This is a heartbeat away from disaster

So i gave it all up
just as they said i would
prepared to become like them
freedom on demonic wings
I'm breathing disappointment

This is a footstep away from regret

With whispered questions on lips of death
pulling answers from the sky
but the ones i want, no never
this is not as promised
when did you leave so silently

This is an arms length from grief

Grasping for metaphorical straws
only wanting ,what i need
tearing apart these pieces of you
those scars you left on my mind
as hand prints on my heart

This is a tear away from exhaustion

And i crumble down
screaming for your return, howling
crying with no tears
my face is raw and haunted
i could never forgive you

I'm a breath away from despair

And I'm letting go, giving it up
but not you, no never you
with empty , graceless smiles
and red dry eyes, from fighting
I'm fighting not to cry by your graveside

This is a dysfunctional moment of heartbreak

Your eyes, can see no more
you lips, they cannot speak
your face, i cannot remember
but the worst, my last sorrow
is that in death,
                      you cannot love me...










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dedicated to all those who died in the shepparton car crash on thursday jan 29th 2009

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  • Heart wrenching!

    Reading this killed me!
    I really love how you shaped your poem. How you put the one line of present tense in between the stanzas. Wow, this was an outstanding read!
    So intense and heartbreaking!
    You really grabbed my heart and I could feel the pain, the last line was the kicker! Right in the gut! I'm so sorry for your pain.
    Great, great write!
    Bravo!


  • Antebellum
    January 31

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    "tearing apart these pieces of you
    those scars you left on my mind
    as hand prints on my heart"


    I really like this part.