My Damaged Brain

Friendship

My Damaged Brain
 
In whispers of trust, I once confided,
My deepest dreams, my heart's inside,
To one who vowed to stand by my side,
But little did I know, a betrayal would reside.
 
Their words, a gentle breeze that soothed my soul,
But hid a storm that would soon take its toll,
They crushed my dreams, with a careless might,
And I, in weakness, let them take flight.
 
My mind, a canvas, once vibrant and bright,
Now fractured and worn, a damaged sight,
The colors that once danced, now dulled and gray,
As the brushstrokes of pain, erased the beauty of the day.
 
I feel the weight, of a heart that's lost its way,
A dreamscape shattered, like fallen leaves in May,
The whispers of "you can't" and "you're not enough",
Echoing through my mind, a haunting, mournful hush.
 
My brain, a maze, where thoughts once wandered free,
Now a labyrinth of shadows, where darkness reigns supreme,
The spark that once ignited, my passions and my fire,
Flickers out, a dying ember, a heart's desire.
 
It's time to say goodbye, to the dreams I once held dear,
To the hopes that once lifted me, now but a distant, fading tear,
I'll let go of the shards, of a heart that's broken and worn,
And whisper a final farewell, to the me that's been torn.
 
In this goodbye, I'll find a strange, sad peace,
A surrender to the pain, a release from the ceaseless siege,
My mind, a damaged thing, can no longer roam,
Free to dream, to soar, to find its way back home.
 
So I'll lay my head, on this cold, hard ground,
And let the darkness, envelop me, without a sound,
For in the silence, I'll find a mournful reprieve,
A farewell to the dreams, that I can no longer retrieve.
 
 
 
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  • orchidee

    I'm liking this as a poem - but good wishes if it applies to you or someone else you know.

    • Friendship

      thank you

      • orchidee

        It's about all I can say really. I wouldn't think your brain is damaged, physically or emotionally, with the kind of poems you write now, and have written in the past.

      • sorenbarrett

        A poem of complete heartbreak and devastation from betrayal. Here it seems that the boat is going down with the anchor, so sad. So raw and heartfelt it is most well expressed.

      • rebellion_in_sanity

        Raw and honest - that's how it should be.

      • Paul Bell

        A dagger through the heart from one you trusted.
        I suppose from biblical times till today, a broken trust is devastating in every way.
        You can see why dreams get shattered.

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        I relate to this more than I’d like to admit. The way doubt starts echoing in someone else’s voice, then becomes your own…it’s painfully familiar. You put words to that experience with clarity and restraint. Thank you for this, my dear friend. Your poems make me, and I am sure many others, feel seen. And, conversely, I see you. It's a beautiful thing...being seen. ☺️ 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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