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The Brokenness of Me
by Amie GoldaThere comes a time when you'd rather sleep
Than face the rivers that run deep
And erode the emotions that hold your soul,
In rocks that bind, but are never whole.
It's times like these my mind knows better
Than my heart and soul could ever;
Fear has taken siege
For I am forced to yield,
I feel all that is me, slipping
For, I am forever giving
In to the brokenness of me
03/04/2007 Author's Note: A little old write I did way back when I was feeling a bit emo-ish in college. One of the few poems I have memorised by heart. This one's got a few minor edits though.
Posted on 03/17/2010
Copyright © 2024 Amie Golda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 03/17/10 at 04:55 AM this may be an old one but I think it's a good one, has good ryhtmn in my head and I cant spell tonight |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/17/10 at 04:36 PM Yes. you nailed it- I can relate. You feel broken....so do I. It may be old, but nevertheless; it's an excellent write! |
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