S H A T T E R E D
Inside my heart a shattered dream
no silk escape no golden seam
the mirror cracked the glass ran wild
I stitched my silence like a child
The world moved on with perfect lips
I tasted blood from bitten slips
each word I spoke came back in knives
I learned to flinch and call it life
A room of noise I cannot hear
a laugh too bright a touch too near
they called it love they made it stale
then left me here with what I’m not
The rose they praised I dared to crush
the truth I held they made me hush
I broke the rules they made of sand
and now I bleed from my own hand
Shattered world and shattered me
a ghost outside and wreck beneath
no mercy born of pleading eyes
no comfort left no pretty lies
So let them toast their perfect frame
I carry fire they could not name
my broken self still stands, still breathes
and every nightmare’s mine to keep
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (8)
nice keep it up
So touching and beautiful at the same time
Great
Wow I can see your years of experience in your writing very impressive I loved it a lot I subscribed!! And plz lmk what u think of my newest poem plz 🙏💗💗btw your stunning!
Lovely poem, Marie. Another one for the gem pot 😊😊
We all figure out how to help ourselves out of moments like these and You seem to be figuring ways as well. Good job.
beautiful poem. lovely. feeling great to get back after a long time and read this piece as the first one after a long gap.
if you are shattered knit yourself back together as a beautiful mosaic. Wonderful words