Torn Away

It feels like a page,

that's been torn from a book.

Most of it pulled asunder, 

apart from a clinging nook.

It cries out to me,

"Don't pull us apart!".

It doesn't seem to realize,

I only got the tear to start.

From there fate had its way,

and took retribution on my heart.

I never knew what I should say,

I guess I'm not that smart.

I feel better now,

the book can almost adjourn.

As it tears itself further,

I cauterize the burn.

It's almost free from me,

It's almost gone.

I'm almost free from it,

Finally I'll be alone.

When that day comes,

I'll look back on it as a farce.

Though for a while yet,

a little pain lingers in my heart.  

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

This poem has a wonderful progression. It's a perfect story of one of life's lower points in retrospect. Yes, a little pain lingers but even that may pass. Fate will no doubt continue to have it's way and here's hoping it keeps getting better. :)
Thanks for sharing your writing Captain R. :) Stay inspired!