Broken Fragments

Hopeless from the start, I shouldve known it all along.
Darkness in ones heart, and other places it doesnt belong.
Broken fragments of life, are now dripping from my eyes.
A painful sight, but the only one you will ever find.
Dont you see the light fading, fading without sound?
Broken fragments of serenity, are now resting on the ground.
Can you tell me the difference, from being dead and alone?
Find one I insist, while you carve my name in stone.
6 metallic strings, 2 brothers to call his,
the only fragments left, when nothing left to give.
But even these have broken away, for darkness takes no survivors.
In its sinister arms I will wait, recieving the pain of which Im entitled.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Squyres Avatar
January 18, 2012 at 6:48 PM
Such a sad poem...on the dark side. Hold a mirror under your nose...if it fogs up...you are still alive...lol sorry couldn't resist !! Being alone is not the worst thing that can happen...I know !! Nice poem...thanks for sharing.
Jefferson Avatar
January 25, 2012 at 4:59 AM
Certainly, and thank you. But then again, its kinda difficult for a loner to hear being alone isnt the worst that could happen. Regardless thank you for commenting.
Ellis Avatar
January 18, 2012 at 5:40 PM
Beautiful and poignant message, honest words and uncaged feelings. Great word choice. My only suggestion is that you separate the phrases and create more lines instead of the fewer. The rhythm can get lost when you place two phrases in one line. This poem ended beautifully..
Jefferson Avatar
January 18, 2012 at 5:43 PM
Thank you for reading and your suggestion. I write all my poems like that, because when I read it to myself, it feels like thats the only way a reader can actually grasp its rhythm. Cause it sounds so fluent to me. Perhaps thats not the case. Unfortuantly I cant write them any other way. Its kind of a mental block
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