Amongst the pieces

I just felt like stringing something together .. from head to toe

Shatterd door frames

broken hearts

Tears and aches

thats just the start

and i shearch amongst the pieces

little bits remain

not anything of solid counting

but things ill look at again and again

because i cant just turn away

from all these feelings for you

those little notes,and little jokes

your clothing found here and there

worn so many times by me your scent no longer remains

but sentimental value is all the same

i listen in to things you say

or more the things you dont

the questions you avoid in answering

the way you dismiss my quizzical gaze

and when i call for you

where are you i wonder

not with me, never with me anymore

but my heart its forever with you

locked in turmoil with my mind

with intellegent thought

telling me to run away

and turn a blind eye to the inner throbbing

before you cause me harm

but its to late your blade has landed

and im stuck upon it

pierced all the way thru

theres no escaping you

 

Author's Note

hmmm...

Reviews

[Jibey]

A nice scattering of ideas and feelings, capturing something of the racing thoughts of one who loves and longs for the lost prize... a kaleidoscope of emotions. I liked it.

[Twilight]

This is spontaneous and quirky, but still manages to be a fair piece of self-expression. I won't patronise the writer (or my fellow Group members), by claiming that this is a particularly wonderful poem. Even so, it's nice to read some genuine thoughts and feelings, in a society where image and power seem to have so much influence. Too much, don't you think?

Well, the "pieces" in this poem, made me think of broken glass fragments. Or, fragmented pieces of the protagonist's life? Also, it seems as if the protagonist feels trapped by her problems, or the mundane nature of daily life?
What do the rest of you think?

[Imzy]

Wow.. I loved it.. I almost feel like it happened to me, like i can picture it so clearly in my mind.