Many have said that I am heartless,
my chest full of hate and bitterness
Darkness and Destruction.
But in a broken heart lies a broken light,
your hearts were fed with affection,
while my heart slowly starved and withered
lacking the love from a father,
or the tenderness from a mother.
Fed only pain, and hatred,
ignorance and deciet.
Always told that it was wrong,
stupid, know-it-all piece of shit.
But somehow I still have light in my heart.
Surronded as it is by everlasting dark,
I have compassion and respect for those
who wish to earn them,
and I have endless love for the one who saved me,
and endless pity for those who put me down.
For they do not and shall never know the glory,
and joy of overcoming their ignorance, harsh words,
and pain.
So my heart contains both light and dark,
good and evil,
the seeds of both are in my heart,
of love and hate,
destruction and mercy.
And the good is winning,
even though it is dark good.
A contest entry
- The Hearts of Many Poets by schwartzwald.
475 points, ended March 11, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
hope you like it pls use constructive critism
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Outstsanding
This is a moving poem that is a testimony to healing. Life can drag us down, people can be heartless and uncaring but life has a way of healing us when we need it most and then we can start to put the dark times behind us and move forward with our lives as you are doing. I thought you expressed your feelings very well and I liked the imagery you used to do this focusing on the light. Best of luck in the contest.
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It is a shame that some have to go through this kind of existence, You are right to throw it out.
It was very sad to read, but where there is a will there is always a way so never lose hope.
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Double edged!
I really enjoyed reading this one, knowing exactly what you went through. We both knew the pain. Both of us basked in the glory of any hint of light, but dead of night always seemed to kidnap the self love part. Eventually through everything we will still see the end with a flashlight if needed.
Thanks for the read.
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so painful to read... and yet I keep reading...
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very deep poem enjoyed very much.... thanks for sharing love the way u worded this poem
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thanks I am going through a rough time right now and this just kinda flowed out.
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