Words put to a broken heart...
Broken Heart Prison
I lay here,
Trapped within this cell of my own design,
It beats its oppression into my mind,
Relentless in its torture of my frail emotions.
This cell of loneliness in which I dwell,
Mortal pains clawing at my eternal soul,
An overwhelming sadness grips my pathetic form,
Worthless I am in the eyes of all.
Locked away here in my cell of depression,
I call out but no one hears my words,
There is no hope for this... thing that I am,
Not human... not wanted.
Trapped in this cell of despair,
This cell that is my broken heart.
Fay Slimm
You have captured the feel of the desolation of broken heartedness- - yet the verse moves the reader to contemplate a way out, in it's graphic description of what remaining in the state will mean. Well constructed piece.
You have captured the feel of the desolation of broken heartedness- - yet the verse moves the reader to contemplate a way out, in it's graphic description of what remaining in the state will mean. Well constructed piece.
"An overwhelming sadness grips my pathetic form" very deep poem that a lot of people can relate to!