In the street
They sweep the broken child away
In this world
She has nothing left to say
No time left to say good-bye.
Without the glass she is nothing
She threw her dreams on the fire
And watched them go up in smoke
When they put out the flames
She lost all her hope.
Love doesn't exist
It died at her birth.
Without bricks
She can't build barriers
To keep her heart safe inside
And then she is nothing
But abstract dust.
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Author:
Bibbeck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Reflection on my childhood of the emptiness of love and fear of giving out emotion to be hurt.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments4
WELCOME BB # Thanks for your first and very poignant poem. All our backgrounds on MPS are different and some have very sad beginnings but have survived (just !). I was brought up in a working class home ~ not much LOLLY but a lot of LOVE ! I am grateful for that and empathise with you because of my lack of material things ! I have known people ~ who because of the lack of love in their childhood and teens ~ lost all hope and expired in abstract dust ! Thanks for caring & sharing ~ BRIAN (UK) Please check my poems ~ Thanks B
all you can do is brake the chain. good write and welcome! ww
Sad emotive write, as WW has said break the chain and move forward
Thanks all for your comments. I'm flattered for being my first one published. I should've stated that this was reflection on some 35 years ago (aged 15). I DID survive and break the chain 'mostly' - this will become apparent through future publishing. I only wish I was strong enough to use experiences to guide others away from becoming abstract dust.
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