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Broken
by Greg Williams
Feeling a bit broken,
at least its not about the past,
shattered in the present,
how long could it possibly last?
My blood has run thin of glue,
hard to put things in my life back together,
even more difficult to label myself as new.
I feel like I'm living on the shelf at goodwill,
used, bought and resold,
not inheriting any useful life skills,
playing 5 card draw with life, I fold.
Older now your gimmicks become,
try to adapt to the time you are in,
realize new tricks? Well you have none.
It is hard to be taught,
yet better doing something than not,
if I wasn't caught up in introspection,
I'd still be second hand product,
an object that time forgot.
02/16/2009 Posted on 02/17/2009
Copyright © 2024 Greg Williams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/17/09 at 02:48 PM "My blood has run thin of glue,
hard to put things in my life back together,
even more difficult to label myself as new."--I love that. One of those lines I can't imagine someone not being able to relate to. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/17/09 at 06:43 PM Another good write Greg. I suspect many of us feel or have felt much the same but you've put it together quite well. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/18/09 at 02:13 AM As you've noted, a highly introspective piece. Catchy poetics, I especially like how you play with time: at least its not about the past,
shattered in the present, how long could it possibly last? Well done!
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| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/31/12 at 06:55 PM I know introspection is a poor substitute for love, but it will have to do till it comes along again and again and hopefully we wind up with a love who will abide parallel to our introspection. |
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