It’s no secret I am broken Or who broke me They've gained everything And spent their spoils without shame Leaving me in shambles Devoured in an ice cold rage Frozen useless to the ground As they still shine.
I like this...a poem of one person suffering heartache as the other person happily moves on...or at least that was my interpretation. Your poetry always makes me think.
I like this...a poem of one person suffering heartache as the other person happily moves on...or at least that was my interpretation. Your poetry always makes me think.
ReplyDeleteGreat interpretation :-)
DeleteOh,,,,,have I been there,,,a good write and the photo is beautiful,,,,,
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ellecee. I found it on Flickr.
DeletePerhaps this is a true story with many voices !!!
ReplyDeleteOh, perhaps it is ;-)
DeleteA lovely photo ~ I like your interpretation of the broken against those still shining & spending their spoils without shame ~
ReplyDeleteHappy weekend ~
Thanks, Grace. It seems so unfair at times.
DeleteI have felt some of this before Ben. You did an excellent job as usual and you surely do carry the torch and the bar is high..
ReplyDeleteWe both take our turns with the torch ;-)
DeleteAh, but frozen can shine like the sun..and the sun melts ice..and we can start re-building...if we're optimistic..
ReplyDeleteI can be optimistic :-)
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