Marble Soul

olivergreenwood20

I watch as the faces of people I love drift away 

I am replaced 

Forgotten about

Ignored 

I’m in the way

A burden 

A memory

Yet as they slip through my fingers 

That ping of fear is lacking

And instead of being concerned 

I find it humorous.  

I used to care

I used to be there 

I used to never stop trying

But each betrayal was a chisel breaking away at my white marble soul

  As each piece of rock fell I believed I would turn into something beautiful

  I believed I would turn into something better 

and as the marble fell away I did nothing 

Until I felt nothing 

The hammers stopped because there was nothing left 

And as i sit here with the shards of stone at my feet 

I realize what had happened 

I cared so much that I started to expect it

I started to get used to it

I had cared so much I didn’t even realize how ugly I had become 

All because i said and did nothing 

I let them hack away at my marble soul

And now 

There is no marble left for the person who would turn me into something beautiful

  • Author: olivergreenwood20 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 21st, 2018 12:05
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 18
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  • sylviasearcher

    😢

  • sylviasearcher

    😢

  • SLR

    This is beautiful. Tragic but beautiful. Great work.



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