Broken

by Beautiful Chaos   Feb 28, 2009


Weeping angel
Do not cry
Some day I'll return

God has called me
Home to him
And left you here to burn

Your heart
My beacon, calling out
Until the end of time

A tortured soul
Who cries to God
"Tell me of my crime"

What offense
Did you commit
To live inside this pain

One more person
In your life
You'll never see again

Years float by
I see you search
Each corner of this earth

To catch a glimpse
Of anything
That hints at what you're worth

Try to touch
Your sorrowed soul
Console what you can't find

The worth that's buried
Deep inside
Your weakened, anguished mind.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Silent Screams

    Omg. That was excellent. I could vividly picture this all inside my head and I could feel the emotions slam into me. 5/5 Deffinately.

    -Ally

  • 15 years ago

    by debbylyn

    Beautifully written and full of sorrow and depth.....lovely rhyme and perfect flow as always! Interesting structure of the verses...works well.

    Take care, Debbie

  • 15 years ago

    by Twisted Heart

    Jenn,

    Loved the rhythmn of this write. I hope I understand it right. The soul was taken and the mind was left to question why.

    "Weeping angel
    Do not cry
    Some day I'll return"

    I think the flow would be a bit better if the last line of this stanza read: Some day I will return.

    Such a deep read. Wonderfully executed. Lovely and sad.

    Always,
    Jeannie

  • 15 years ago

    by Deana

    Jenn, this is really hauntingly sad but yet beautiful. An excellent write.

  • 15 years ago

    by Lu

    Jenn
    What a touching piece you've penned here. The words rolled off my tongue and I thought to myself " this would make an amazing song"
    It just flowed so smoothly ... and touches so deeply.

    The worth that's buried
    Deep inside
    Your weakened, anguished mind.
    ^^^
    Loved the ending ... makes one really sit back and think.

    Great read ...
    Luanne

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