Don�t know why�

.life.

Things are pretending to be what
They are…
Assumption is becoming a reality
To believe
Reasons are most sought after
As the questions are transforming to
Answers…
Unknown is revealing itself,
Raising high from the dust of time
These inevitable things
Never let me, to be what I am
All this reality, these reasons and
Answers to all my questions
These all are giving me space
To search for my pieces.
I found myself broken,
Shattered into small pieces, all around…
And now I’m given space.
Don’t know why I’m given this chance to
Build myself again.
Don’t know why, why the hell
They broke me!!!

Reviews

[KayOss]

Curse them for breaking you! That's life though. You're broken and then you rebuild yourself. It's an on-going process that ends only when we die- if then. Those who aren't strong enough for the rebuilding find themselves faced with all sorts of trouble. So do those of us who go about the rebuilding a little differently. I love the earnestness of the speaker's voice here and the little twist at the end. Another good write, here.

[jen -- JG]

Sometimes this is the b***h life hands you, sometimes to tear you down, sometimes to leave you alone.

A person who questions and demands answers grows stronger.

Each time this person is broken strength remains hidden until required.

There is an awareness here a sense of learning but an unaswered question, why break me in the first place.

Maybe the breaking will stop, when the answer to this question is found.

A good write here.

cheers

jen

[Angel Bird]

Oh yes - the old old song of life! Life in all its glory. First destroying us and then giving us time to rebuild only to have more to destroy again ... as long as we let society guide ourselves instead of taking the reins ourselves in hands to make our horses dash at full speed into the direction of our own choice...

Excellent work. Very profound essence. It's thought provoking and inspiring. Great job!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Ah yes - why did the break you - although I assume one can be stronger than that and you or the narrator have foudn peace in the sounds of space left around you to rebuild. Great write. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[thecoolone52]

that was good...... yeah people can b dicks sometimes... b nice to ya and then be a******s... that was a very nice piece and i enjoyed it... i liked the metaphors