Break Me

Break me into a thousand shards. I'll feel the pain and make myself whole again, so once more you can split me until my spirit has been torn to shreds and I will call out your name; my blustery nemesis. No longer will I avoid the misery you try to cause. Burn me alive and I'll not scream for mercy, then let me be forged into the crucible of deep agony... into the most perfect instrument of my destiny. If you dare throw me into the far reaches of despair, do so and it is I who will accept what you impart and return the darkness tenfold, nay...twenty! Then it will be your soul crying out, "Break me!" For my heart will eagerly jape at your affliction, and grin as you struggle to free yourself from me. Horrid, I may be called for this loathsome conduct. Berate me and the rope of shame circles your neck.

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Clifford Villalon

Date: 1/19/2023 12:11:00 PM

Very nice.

Mark Koplin

Date: 5/3/2021 12:17:00 PM

Wow! Awesome Jenna, I love it. I love it to the core.

Jenna Logan
Date: 5/6/2021 4:56:00 PM

Thank you very much, Mark.

David Kavanagh

Date: 5/2/2021 11:00:00 PM

Heya Jenna my soup mail is frozen at the moment I’ll try again tomorrow Cheers David

Jenna Logan
Date: 5/3/2021 4:21:00 AM

Thanks, David.

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 5/2/2021 2:02:00 AM

Wow, Jenna. Your dark poem reminds me it's been ages since I wrote one. A lovely write

Jenna Logan
Date: 5/3/2021 4:22:00 AM

Write, Victor. Thanks for reading me.

David Kavanagh

Date: 5/1/2021 10:18:00 AM

Whoa, I love the vehemence and determination in this one Jenna, we need to let a little darkness out now and again, I know I do, and always feel better for it, and you got a brilliant poem too, not to be messed with, cheers David

David Kavanagh
Date: 5/1/2021 10:41:00 AM

Ouch! that’s the spirit,

Jenna Logan
Date: 5/1/2021 10:21:00 AM

I'm not aggressive by nature, but try to twirl me around your finger and I'll bite it. Thanks for you kindness and support, David. It did feel good to poke and prod back a little. Next time I might need to heat my poker in a flame first.

Jan Allison

Date: 5/1/2021 7:36:00 AM

Oh Jenna I feel such pain and hurt in your lines, I hope its a fictional poem and you are not being bullied:-( hugs Jan xx

Jenna Logan
Date: 5/1/2021 7:51:00 AM

You, of many here know by now I'll not be bullied, Jan, nor will I be taken to task for my innocence. Tis but a game some play when they've nothing better to do than try to shame others. I'm not feeling any pain, but I am grinning.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 5/1/2021 7:08:00 AM

You hear of that often, someone trys to break someone and sometimes they succeed but many rise from it, and become ten times stronger. Ive always gone by the treat others as you'd like to be treated, its worked for me so far. Tom

Jenna Logan
Date: 5/1/2021 7:48:00 AM

Some may try, but it only serves to make me stronger. This is fictional, Tom, and thought I'd strike a blow or two to deserved ones. A war of words is like a chess game in which the Queen holds reign.