I am but a broken human

Not Entirely here

I was fortunate enough to be you,
With heartaches that run deep
Like the ocean waters
That, soothe me to sleep
And calm me when I weep
You were but a breaking human
And I, the pieces that assembled when you broke
Despite your fading existence 
You manage to crowd my conscience
All I hear in my head are your voices that I wish would stop
Some late nights I find myself drifting in and out of dreamless sleep
Somehow your memory has turned into a ditch so deep
So I write these poems to ease the pain
To clear my mind and turn you off, again
I cry and hope yet my tears fade in vain
That I could be happy once more, again
Could I perhaps turn back the heads of time?
To when you existed,
But with less hurt and a mind that's not twisted
And hopefully the goodness will remain
When all falls in ruins once again.

  • Author: Not Entirely (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2022 10:17
  • Category: Sad
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Comments2

  • dusk arising

    Yes sad but so well composed. Don't let that broken feeling last. You have flown high on the wings of love and miss the ecstacy of flight, but you will fly again. Just look after yourself as time does it's wonderful job of repairing you.

    A big welcome to MPS. Join in and leave your thoughts as comments on other peoples posts on here. Throw stones at my humble efforts by all means, but most of all, enjoy yourself here.

    • Not Entirely here

      Thank you so much it means a lot to hear what you have to say about my poem, and thank you for welcoming me. Sadness has been my companion for a while and I feel like most of my poems are about my sadness but slowly but surely I am becoming a happier version of myself hence I have decided to join this space and share my work. Very much appreciated 🙂

    • Rocky Lagou

      Wow this was beautiful. I can relate with the sleepless nights being tormented by memories. It's an ache that seems to not fade. But you did wonderfully expressing the sensation.

      • Not Entirely here

        Thank you so much Rocky. One thing I have learned from the sleepless nights are misery is that It cannot always be dark and there's always a better day across the horizon, if that even makes sense 🙂



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