Lying upon the broken ground,
Once so luscious, so green
Now so dried up, forgotten, maybe not by all
But still it didn't stop me so.
I needed to rest, I needed to sit
I needed somewhere safe,
Somewhere to reflect
So now here upon this gravestone I think.
Only the breath of the rushing wind,
The creaks of the withered trees,
The thoughts that ran so fast,
Not giving me chance to catch.
I don't know where I went wrong,
Or what I did to deserve
A broken heart that's thrice been mended,
Yet thrice been dropped so high.
So now there is only one choice left to make
Should I like the residents around
Lie back and stare above
To a dark desolate non existing life
Empty, unused and useless
Or should I ever try again
To just try to forget
And try to function without my heart,
The answer maybe obvious to you
The answer maybe obvious to me
But to choose right now would split me whole
Something that as of now lets a river run cold.
Author notes
More of a reflective piece so if it does not make sense DO NOT comment on that!
what ya think?
Comments
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Death in life
Dead inside and yet still alive. Broken and trying put it all back together. But first one must want to try and there inlays one of the hardest things in life.
It's odd how these type things make me think, but I rather like it myself. Good flow writting.
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Oh Goodness! The pain in this poem is so intense and heart-felt, it really hits hard. I'm sure all who read this atleast most anywho can relate to being in this situation, destroyed by the one you loved wondering if it's even worth to try again. You did an amazing job with this, just like you do with all the others. God bless you always and keep up the amazing poetry Katy.
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The pain is the only factor which makes us ruined in the cicumstances and the responsible factor is the heart and the love..very touching work..
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