Friday, April 2, 2010

Bottled Destruction

My life has turned off,
I’ve fallen so low
The pain that exceeds me,
is bottled below
So deep in my chest,
that my body will ache,
and shatter among me,
as my bones start to break

I’ve fallen to pieces,
my sobs never cease
The memories are forceful,
and hard to release

Too much destruction,
we've stumbled and crashed
Bleeding before you,
is my body you smashed

1 comment:

Siddhartha said...

A very poignant poem with an evocative imagery...the pain and heartbreak of lost love shine through your poem...nice work...