Broken Glass


My heart is broken
Like shards of glass
On the floor
You ripped it out
With your actions
About me no more

I feel a numbness
Like anaesthetic
Despite the pain
My eyes are puffy
With tears gone dry
I can’t do again

My mind it wonders
Why I do this
Others in life
When all that happens
Is being let down
When I’m in strife

I may be imperfect
I’m battling through
One step at a time
But when you hurt me
It sets me back
I am but, grime

(c) Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (10 July 2016)

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: Glass and Day 1 of the Write Tribe Festival of Words No. 5

16 thoughts on “Broken Glass

  1. Deborah says:

    Wow Sanch – very powerful and very impressive. I’m hopeless with poetry so am always so impressed by those with the talent to sparsely use words to convey so much!
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  2. Shilpa Gupte says:

    No, Sanch, you are not grime, you are a magnificent being! Just see how beautifully you have woven these words together to form such an emotional piece ! I could feel every emotion pouring out of each word here! Well done!
    Hugs 💟

  3. Kala Ravi says:

    Beautiful and moving! Mending a broken heart is tough and it is scary to compare it with broken glass which I believe is impractically irreparable!

  4. Vinay Leo R. says:

    Powerful. It really feels painful when someone goes away and breaks our heart, and it’ll be a while before that glas seems somewhat mended. But I agree with Sheethal. That broken glass one day shows our true strength.
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