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Broken Glass (A Poem)

Thursday, 28 April 2011 22:42

Written by Loren Goldenberg-Kosbab

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Broken Glass

Like broken glass
and taut elastic,
My joints and muscles
make me feel spastic.

The pain emanating,
no radiating through,
grabs hold of me,
torturing my spirit.

It's not a wonder why I'm blue,
as no matter what,
I'm hindered and bound
to this unseen illness,
I find it hard,
to be grateful for you.

If I knew how, I would break free,
capturing all, you took from me.
Time moves on,
and I am no younger.
Now all I feel is anger.

You couldn't just be quiet
and lurk in the dark.
You had to hurt me
from the start.
What did I do for you to invade me.
You've taken my life,
so you could be free.

Pain and sorrow
nobody else sees.
They all think I'm well
and can walk among trees.
Little do they know, the anguish inside
as my body hardens
with each new stride.

I want to cry
but what is the point.
That gives you more ground
to weave in deeper
making me the continual sleeper.

by Loren Goldenberg-Kosbab


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