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Broken

May 4, 2021
By WolvesRain ELITE, Walton, Kentucky
WolvesRain ELITE, Walton, Kentucky
117 articles 1 photo 190 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works." Virginia Wolf


A fire burns within,

And water can't win.

As it burns,

Something turns.

Turns to the darkside,

Taking my shattered soul on a ride.

Piece by piece it builds,

My broken soul it wields.

Now I can't be broken, 

A fire has awoken.

It says, "Look what I've become."

Because you never helped me up,

When I laid broken.


The author's comments:

This poem is about the time in every person's life (at least those diagnosed with depression) feel that life is over and that it will never get better so all that there is left to do is give in to the raging fire saying bite back but your not alone because there will always be a way out.


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on May. 24 2021 at 1:26 pm
WolvesRain ELITE, Walton, Kentucky
117 articles 1 photo 190 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works." Virginia Wolf

Thanks!

Lydiaq ELITE said...
on May. 23 2021 at 6:05 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
179 articles 54 photos 1026 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.<br /> --me

I love how you give sidenotes that are helpful in understanding the poem. You never waste words. That's gre8!

on May. 5 2021 at 11:52 am
WolvesRain ELITE, Walton, Kentucky
117 articles 1 photo 190 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works." Virginia Wolf

Thanks again

on May. 5 2021 at 11:47 am
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
200 articles 23 photos 1053 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)<br /> <br /> "Upon his bench the pieces lay<br /> As if an artwork on display<br /> Of gears and hands<br /> And wire-thin bands<br /> That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

oh sad but so so awesome