BROKEN (poem) by Bernice Angoh on AuthorsDen

BROKEN
by Bernice Angoh → (All Poetry by Bernice Angoh)
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And then there are poems written for when an 'Angel' cries...for my friend, on this 5th day of St. Valentine's

Did you hear the news today? the sun is wearing a scarf it's dark outside and I keep bumping into edges where are you my love? will you come for me if I cried? blinded by the pain you caused, my tears burn like acid can you see my heart is bleeding bullets and that it's killing me inside? where are you my love? will you come for me if I died? I am freezing in this winter-blunderland of yours why won't you reach out to me and tell me it ain't true wrap me up in your arms like before, protect me, keep me warm ? do you hear the rain beating on my back do you see the sun spitting fire at me? I can't move, your darkness has bolted my legs to the ground I can't scream for you have silenced me with your lies you won't come, I know you won't it's all true , I know it is your cold, cold heart has frozen this LOVE of mine and now I lay B~R~O~K~E~N at your feet like a delicate glass rose... Copyright © 2013 by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on February 6, 2013

it's so sad to see our friends heart hurt
your poem expresses their grief very well
and I gotta say I Love the darkness in here
our emotions makes for great Poetry <3

Gorgeous Glass Beads from Broken Glass
Vickie

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on February 5, 2013

Bernice,
You bring your friend's pain right smack in the middle of your reader's heart. Amazing poetry my sweet friend. It is so good to have you back here in the den. Missed you much!

Much peace, love and light,
Amber

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

So poignant and sad. A Valentine with a crushing ending. Kudos to the writer.

Ron

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

there is no greater pain than that of a cheated and broken heart
budd

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Hahaha dear Jerry, I wrote this poem for a friend of mine who shared her pain with me, it's my way of standing in her shoes and saying the words she couldn't express because I 'felt' her hurt.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Let us suppose you are merely exercising your talent as a poet when you wrote these lines of despair and hopelessness. Such agony is within these lines, and such a contrast to those you wrote even yesterday. I prefer to believe you were just giving into to your poetical license and tomorrow you will be back with us as you were before.