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Broken
My face is dark
But this room is lit
No one looks at me
They all look away
Except you
Who strokes my arm as you sit
I can't move at all
Why is it I feel torrents of this numbing pain
It spills from every breath
From every twitch I sustain
I speak through a moan
The words I barely know
What happened to me
You are thunder as you speak
Your legs were broken
So you couldnt run away
Your arms were snapped
So you couldn't fight back
Your insides beaten
Until your whole body turned bruised and black
And your face was smashed in
So ever drop could spill from your head
Your ending being fast
Her finishing words like whispers
Barely loud enough to last
So why are you hear
I questioned my dear
Her word reply like the echo of the final blow
To take you home
She closes my eyes
I wince in the pain
A tear forms
Being told this softest lie
My mouth is left open
During our final goodbye
This poem is so sad, but
This poem is so sad, but beautiful. The poem overall is compelling, but especially this one stanza:
"I can't move at all
Why is it I feel torrents of this numbing pain
It spills from every breath
From every twitch I sustain"
I've never been physically hurt, but I can definitely relate to the feeling it leaves you with.
-- Jordan <3
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~~~whispers barely loud enough to last~~~such a fine image, beautifully executed - richer than the overly prosaic last lines - the pain of goodbye - hmmmm - Liked it a lot - Lady A