Heart Of Glass

Heart Of Glass

A Poem by Alys Jackson
"

This is my old life.

"

I sit there,

On my rug.

On my table untouched,

Is my favourite mug.

My eyes stare unseeingly,

At the shards in front of me.

My mind is in a flashback,

Of my sorrowful plea.

How could you do this to me?

The question wanders my mind.

The thought is so confusing,

It's making me almost blind.

My glass heart is shattered,

By no other than you.

The glass has gone so cold,

It turns fingers blue.

Tears fall unnoticed,

Reaching for my heart.

Can't bring myself to say,

Don't know where to start.

You've torn my life to pieces,

Then dumped me in the mud.

A red rose means to you,

All I ever want is your blood.

© 2011 Alys Jackson


Author's Note

Alys Jackson
Not long ago, I didn't apprecite life. I didn't know why I hadn't already killed myself. Luckily, God stopped me and turned my thoughts around. Now I know just how important everyone is and no one is the perfect human.

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Very intense, the feeling of heartbreak. I like how the words turn to phrases, creating a beautiful flow of sorrow that causes the poem to possess her own body, curves that shape the emotion... Fabulous write... And although it is I am sorry that you have been touched with such heartbreak. It is unavoidable and know that it is a means to an end that will bring you into a relationship where the person who is lucky enough to gain your love and trust, will cherish you.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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wow very intense! great job!

Posted 7 Years Ago


wow well im glad you found God for starters!!! and you are a great poet! your poem here is so deep and dark and vivid i can truly feel your pain! great expression!!

Posted 7 Years Ago


You've torn my life to pieces,
Then dumped me in the mud.
A red rose means to you,
All I ever want is your blood...

i loved this stanza indeed. So, powerful words here, i think there's a great deepness in your words'...apart from this one, i liked these starting lines too,

I sit there,
On my rug.
On my table untouched,
Is my favourite mug.
My eyes stare unseeingly,
At the shards in front of me.
My mind is in a flashback,
Of my sorrowful plea...

really, i loved much your this poem from my other one's, i loved your other one too, but i loved much this one indeed. I felt here depth of the your words. Well written, beautiful piece, i'm greatful to you that you'd dropped it & shared it with us.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I'm glad you appreciate life more now. Great poem :)

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Alys Jackson
Alys Jackson

Abbeville, LA



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My full name is Alys Jasmina Jackson and I am 18 years old. My Mom died December 2012 so my Dad brought the pair of us back home from Milton Keynes, England, to Abbeville, Louisiana. If there's one .. more..

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