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Could You?

by Leah Garrison (Age: 29)
copyright 06-03-2005

Age Rating: 16 +

I donít know if you could understand
the pain and shame and pouring rain
from my bleeding, broken, bruisťd heart
ever pining, ever sighing, ever crying
for that which made it shatter
like a precious crystal goblet
knocked off the table in Asgard
once in love, now in despair
to lie broken, smashed, forgotten
in a thousand tiny pieces
brighter than a thousand winter snows
but sharper than hunger pangs
more painful than razor blades.
I donít know if you could understand.

I understand that you couldnít know
where Iíve been, what I am, where Iím going
sifting through the shards so brilliant
broken dreams and promises
they cut my hands
but I throw them up one last time
to sparkle like gemstones in the sunlight
and I watch them fall
dull bits of rock and mortar
no worth but sentimental value
their inner light is quenched.
I understand that you couldnít know.

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        06-10-2005     Brian Dickenson        

What a gift you have, never stop using it.
I think Roger has said it all. All that's left for me is to endorse his comments wholeheartedly.
This just inspires me to go on, thank you so much.

        06-10-2005     David Pekrul        

Another winner, you have such a great way with words; they flow and excite. Wonderful to read.

        06-06-2005     Roger Crique        

This is a wonderful and extraordinary poem. You metaphors are excellently conceived and your fluidity is steady and consistent! I love the way you equated a broken heart to shattered glass. All of us own a heart and for the most part we all have experienced heartbreak. But no one has come up with a quick cure. Thank you for sharing your pain, hopefully it will subside quicker than you think.

        06-04-2005     Anthony Lane Stahlhut        

Broken hearts are hard to mend, but they do in time. This was nice to read you did a good job on this one1 thanks, Anthony

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