A broken family,
a broken life.
One with father,
the other with mother.
Both lies.
I stagger through life
pulled by the strings of fate,
like someone's marionette doll.
Never able to go my way,
only where others want.
Two paths of another's life
I must travel forever.
My own path is hazy
covered in a fog of faces.
I am trapped in a maze
that never seems to end.
Walking in circles alone.
People will never know me,
only my shadow.
I am a distant being
pulled in two directions
by two opposing forces.
My path is split.
My being torn.
In two lives i live alone
never having a place
to call my home.
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Author:
Toopka (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this when my parents went through their divorce and it has left me torn between the two. It has been really hard on me but i want everyone to know who has gone through something like this that i know how it feels now.
- Category: Family
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Comments1
What a lovely poem from a pained child!
What a trauma is had by this human soul!
Very moving account of a pathetic life
Let those who decide to marry each other
Never separate as that causes untold agony,
Please plan and live to stop heart-breaks
To a soul born out of your love or lust?
mvvenkataraman
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