Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Broken spirit


She is just a young girl with a broken spirit.
With everything to call her own.
Her beautiful marriage no longer has anything to merit.
Perceptive that she will initiate a broken home.
What will her friends say?
What will her children do?
The life she lives every day,
With false affection, if only they knew.
Her tears are many though she has never let them show.
Her smile is plastered but her eyes can only look to the floor.
She's dying to let go.
She dreads the moment that she walks through their door.
"I love you" he will say.
For her, its the same prison on a different day.
Finally she gave up, she dropped her fake smile,
As a tear fell down her cheek
And whispered to herself..
I can't do this anymore

10 comments:

The Shadowrunner said...

...And she bought a gun from the friendly neighborhood gun dealer, The Shadowrunner, who gave her a .38 and 3 gun mags for just 100US$ - and she walked back home, blaster in her pocket, and waited for the moment.

There came prison, and she pulled out her piece and started blasting. She went postal!. Every false friend, every backstabber got a brand new hole in their heads.

And then she lived happily ever after. The end!

SELF!SH G!RL said...

:D hehe kewlio ending.. thanx shadowrunner =p for the wonderful end which i neva thought of.. lolx

kaidha said...

kwel post, loved the poem
=)

Isra Saudulla said...

nice poem...

Unknown said...

"i cant do this anymore" ^^ good for her.

The Shadowrunner said...

"Shooting your problem in the head tends to make it never bother you again. For good measure, blast it twice." :P

Shadowrunfucius, Chinese Philosopher.

SELF!SH G!RL said...

haha xD

Premier Joseph Stalin said...

Loved it...!!!

kaiza shozey said...

hmmmm, ur pretty good at this. adhi maa salhi if its for real. i mean if its what u really felt

SELF!SH G!RL said...

but its not real :P but thanks