Broken

kitty the naughty poet

Tattered hopes and shattered thoughts 

drown my mind with songs of conflicts

capturing my essence as I brake….

a broken woman trying to replace life

no glue is strong enough 

to put it back together for me

as unwanted notions ebb silently 

slithering, 

crawling on its knees….

over shards of my pain cutting deep

calling for the end… 

 

but no such luck…

not for the likes of me

I'm destined to wither in my own sorrows despair 

unarranged and impulsive to words

verses containing torment 

plunging the needle in my heart 

removing all traces of joy 

and replacing it with madness

plummeting my mind in pieces

leaking sadness in drips

from eyes wide… 

shut...

 

sorrows cold waters 

suffocate magical thoughts

drowning in the sea of loneliness 

fogging all happiness 

only light found shines on demons of depression 

playing keep away with my joys laughter 

smothering my pleasures fire and 

starting a new one with self-doubt 

while confidence stows away from suffering's monsters 

the ones that play hide and seek in the night

if they catch you they rip your essence apart

 

freezing depths of icy despair clouding judgment 

not wanting to be alone but also knowing 

no one cares enough to see,

no one cares enough to listen 

and no one cares enough to stay

as the emotions monsters and demons 

drag me down to hell.

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  • orchidee

    A sad write K.
    If fictional - a bad hair day then?! lol.

  • dusk arising

    I sincerely hope this is fiction.

    You really display your poetic art and skill in this piece as the gloom of sadness impresses its taint upon what should be a beautiful life.

    • kitty the naughty poet

      Depression has bad days and this was written in one thanks though dusk

    • woundedheart

      When my own daemons scream i too bleed ink upon virgin page i too well know this piece as a paranoid depressive myself, deep dark and very to the point. ☺



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