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The Broken Window (Short Poem)

Updated on April 12, 2013

Through the broken window I see a broken world

Abandoned, lost and forgotten. A society unfurled


In the broken window I see memories of your face

Walking away angry departing forever this place


On the broken window lies a coat of my blood

Flowed out of me there, poured out like a flood


Around the broken window the paint is peeling

Seems to be symbolic of what I should be feeling


Under the broken window lie fragments of glass

Reflecting the torment of a long tortured past


Beside the broken window a table of steel

Cold and unmoving, this is how I truly feel


The world darkens, but the window remains

Never to be repaired shattered in its frame


That broken window was the cause and the start

And now in the end resembles my heart

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      LupitaRonquillo 4 years ago

      Sounds like it was a painful breakup... loved how you used broken glass to depict images of the pain both physically and mentally... very good poem!

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      Gable Rhoads 4 years ago from North Dakota

      Beautiful and sad. Well done.

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      Dil Vil 4 years ago from India

      Really beautiful. I like the poem. The title is simple awesome "The Broken Window"...

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      Matthew I Crawford 4 years ago from Greeley, Colorado

      Thank you all for reading and commenting.

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      pinky jane nzolo 2 years ago

      If u don't mind can I please have more of the broken window poems

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      Matthew I Crawford 2 years ago from Greeley, Colorado

      I would love to, but that was a one of a kind moment that is only replicated when someone is truly morning a loss of love. I am now happily married, so those feelings of woe are few and far between.

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