The Struggle and the Strain, by moshqueen
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my heart, shattered on the floor
I fumble, hands trembling,
eyes blurred as tears start welling
I try to collect the pieces
I can never find them all.
Carefully trying to match the pieces
they don't quite fit together.
A black thread woven through
holds each piece in place.
I prick my fingers in the effort
the strain is tremendous
the holes that remain
dark and bruised, edges torn
thread strained across them
but love runs right through.
It never feels the same.
The scars never leave.
As I bury it deep inside me
my blood feels frozen
tears stream down my face
and try to drown my sorrow.
August 25, 2009 |
| Posted: 2009-10-18 22:07:07 UTC |
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| 2009-10-18 22:13:17 | moshqueen |
| I wrote this not long after a terrible breakup. I still feel like crying when I read it because he is still the most important person in my life. |
| 2009-11-13 02:12:59 | izzy |
| whoa this is so deatailed and is really amazing!! you did a great job expressing all your feelings into this, nice! |
| 2009-11-17 00:13:34 | moshqueen |
| thanks guys! It was a really hard poem to write. |