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BROKEN PIECES OF GLASS
Many times they float around in my head
Feelings of anger, betrayal and hurt
And I mentally hold my tummy
Wanting to retch this despair out
The centre cannot hold
And my head aches
What can I do to get back my groove
What I can feel cannot be expressed as Coherently or as lucid
As the idea of who I am, should be
I claw desperately at words
I think
I crunch, I grind, I break
I think
I knock, I kick, I scratch
I think
I bang, I screech, I arrghhhh
Like broken pieces of glass
Floating in troubled dreams
Are my feelings
Broken pieces of glass I am.[/font]
Feelings of anger, betrayal and hurt
And I mentally hold my tummy
Wanting to retch this despair out
The centre cannot hold
And my head aches
What can I do to get back my groove
What I can feel cannot be expressed as Coherently or as lucid
As the idea of who I am, should be
I claw desperately at words
I think
I crunch, I grind, I break
I think
I knock, I kick, I scratch
I think
I bang, I screech, I arrghhhh
Like broken pieces of glass
Floating in troubled dreams
Are my feelings
Broken pieces of glass I am.[/font]
Published 28th Jan 2020
Author's Note
I would really love if someone can make a spoken word poetry audio /video of this.
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- Edited 28th May 2021 4:45am
28th Jan 2020 10:35am
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28th Jan 2020 12:58pm
28th Jan 2020 4:00pm
So good to see you back, Ola. I'll try this as a spoken word piece; however, not sure I can do it justice. The emotion is palpable and the metaphor sharp.
28th Jan 2020 10:06pm
Thank you for the kind comments Ahavati. Oh, I'll love to listen to listen to the spoken word piece.
