Throne of Broken Glass

Spitting curses at innocent people
Demonic verses demolish this steeple
The churches fill with hypocrites
Hate runs wild, all the while I sit

Up on my throne of broken glass
Shards leave scars of the distant past
My arms bleed as much as my soul
Within my heart there is carved a hole

I sit on this glass and pick at scabs
Where my wings used to be, pain now stabs
Forsaken and shattered this throne is home
How lonely it is being the only one

Reviews

[Eliza Mae]

First, I'd like to say that I really enjoy the rhyme scheme here..

Second, I thought this was a very captivating subject for a poem. So much depth and emotion, buried into a single body.. the words you chose to use suggest dark and despair, loneliness and ruin. I feel sorrow for the subject.

Third, I have to say that what is truly special about this poem is that it was written because you were inspired by another writer. I love that chain effect... writers inspiring writers!

My only suggestion is to combine the words "up" and "on" in the second stanza. For me, the flow would be better if it read "upon my throne of broken glass".. Something simple and not necessarily necessary ha.

Bravo, Alexx! *applause* :D

[Alexx]

I thought maybe if I separated the words it would seem like the throne was higher. I definitely see your point with the flow though! Thanks!

[Eliza Mae]

I agree, it does suggest the throne being higher!

[ksscampos]

Wow.. that was out of this world. I enjoyed the flow, perfection!

[Alexx]

I actually wrote this after reading your stuff! Thanks so much for your opinion! Means a lot

[ksscampos]

Wow.. it makes me feel good that i inspired you to write something like this..thank you