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Broken (I Am)
by Jersey D GibsonRaise your voice in anger again,
my soul lies on the cutting board.
Like a ragdoll, you toss me around,
throw me away, when you get bored.
Raise your fist in anger again,
my body lies on the hospital bed.
Like a meat puppet, you beat me again,
and this time you almost left me for dead.
Love is Hate, and
Hate is Death.
Take more in,
with every breath.
I see your eyes,
you want more.
I lie broken
on the floor.
Fear is Pain, and
Pain is Woe.
Why don't you, please
just let me go?
Why don't you
give a damn?
Can't you see how
broken I am? 07/03/2002 Author's Note: Self-nominated Poem Of The Month! 01Jan05
Posted on 07/03/2002
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lizz Scott on 11/29/03 at 06:48 PM I sense the hopelessness in this poem and I understand the feeling. The last two stanzas are very powerful. Great Job! |
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