she’s a broken thing
with broken wings
and no strength left to fly
she’s a sweet sad song
that’s played too long
a memory ready to die
she’s a friend and lover
a sister and mother
but none of it matters now
a voice on the breeze
a prayer on her knees
yearning to rest somehow
she’s numb with grief
too dumbfounded to speak
with nothing more to say
exhausted with trying
tired of futile sighing
her hope for a better day
she’s a broken thing
with broken wings
and no desire left to soar
she’s had more than her share
of heavy burdens to bear
she can’t even cry anymore
there’s a place in the dark
lonely, cold and stark
all the broken things find
to lay their heads down
nevermore to be found
on the shores of cruel time
she's too broken to live
with nothing left to give
all she wants to do is sleep
nothing morbid at all
in the calm restful call
of the soothing forgetful deep
BROKEN...YES, SOME FEEL ITS THE END. BUT ON THE OTHER HAND... IT CAN BE A BEGINNING. WE DECIDE IF ITS A BLESSING OR A CURSE. FINE WORK, LA BELLE, ENJOYED. LOVE,BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Reviewed by aaaa aaa (Reader)
Reviewed on June 24, 2008
I enjoy reading your poetry more than any other. You are truly gifted. I am envious.
Beautiful inspiring poem
Your words captured deep emotions and pain
Beautifully writing and expressed feelings!!
Brilliant write so very sad!!
Peace Love and Light....Morning Star
Fight against the dying of the light! All who know the heartbreak of disappointment and betrayal will FEEL this poem. Another wonderful and poignant work, Belle. I hope you are well and feeling better.
Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)
Reviewed on June 4, 2008
A sad and painful poem you've penned, Belle :'( Hope you are well ... hugs
This sadly poignant write is all too real for so many women and men who succumb yearly to depression. It is a killer that takes all that is left of a person.
I hear the isolated sound of a heart shattering through time as one tried desperately to find the solitude and peace long yearned for. LaBelle I sure pray that you are okay, in my thoughts and prayers you will stay.....
I hope this is fiction, but somehow I know it isn't. My deepest sympathy as you travel through your pain. Just know that you are not alone and you are loved here on AD. Hang in there. When is the Colonel coming home again? Brave write. Liz
La Belle this is beautiful and though you did not say it, I am looking at this as a beautiful song as I sing it out loud. Thank you for sharing the beauty in your words.
Such a beautiful poem, Belle, Everyone has something broken, it is our journey of healing that fixes all things...
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
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Your words captured deep emotions and pain
Beautifully writing and expressed feelings!!
Brilliant write so very sad!!
Peace Love and Light....Morning Star
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Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Having lost my Daddy recently, this one hits close to home - well done - acutely felt -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Much peace, love, and light,
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To a tired red rose, that heart would guard inside until eternity is no more.
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