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Broken

Contributed by pisces101 on Saturday, 11th February 2006 @ 05:44:59 PM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry



Why are you deceiving me?
What are you doing to me?
What did I do?
I poured myself into your drinking glass
And I’m under your looking glass
Our hour glass
Is broken

Why are you pulling the wool over my eyes?
What is it you disguise?
What did I do?
I live in your cardboard box
And you’ve chained it up with cardboard locks
Our cardboard clocks
Are broken

I have not forsaken you.
Have I mistaken you?
What did I do?
I cannot respond beneath my mussel
You’ve silenced my voice with your puzzle
Our puzzle
Is broken

Why are you deceiving me?
What are you doing to me?
What did I do?
I poured myself into your drinking glass
And I am under your looking glass
Our hour glass
Is broken




Copyright © pisces101 ... [ 2006-02-11 17:44:59]
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Re: Broken (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Saturday, 11th February 2006 @ 11:57:40 PM AEST
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Ya know, I read this and really dug the flow of it...wasn't sure if I like the repetition of the 1st and last stanza, but if it works for you, then great. There was so much to this piece I loved...The questions...which seem demanding and to the point. The lines ....."I live in your cardboard box
And you've chained it up with cardboard locks
Our cardboard clocks
Are broken"
I don't know what it means for you exactly, but it spoke volumes to me. It totally reminded me of the feelings of being in an abusive relationship. (years ago) I would love to hear your take on it. PM me. Thank you so much for sharing, Peace to you, Laura (who really enjoyed the write)




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