Just Broken
"I'm not dead, just broken" she chants,
tears slipping down her face,
choking the words, a stone fist in her chest.
All is grey behind eyelids heavy and aching.
Yet she chants "I'm not dead, just broken".
A new mantra, thanks to pop / rock artist
Pink blaring in her ears.
On the empty streets of Melaka, she staggers alone.
Alone & hurting. Always searching for him.
Her love, her life, her doom.
The reason behind her every foray into romance.
Her demon knight, heroin, the driving monkey on her bowed back.
Today she found him. A mere glimpse,
a sliver of his utter destruction in another.
The glory of her triumph eaten away by the pain of recognition,
her badly healed scars burst open anew.
Sighting home, the tears, a private thing, cease
but still she chants "I'm not dead, just broken".
Author notes:
My inspiration is part of the poem so....
Oh yeah, I forgot. Anyone looking for a website to share
their work, get critiques and stuff should consider
http://allpoetry.com/home