Broken

Charlotte Kuchinsky

Tears invade my heart and soul.
I feel lost; no longer whole.
I've struggled just to survive
With no hope that I might thrive.

My road is obscured in dust.
I can't move on, though I must.
In quicksand my feet are bound.
No helping hand can be found.

Am I here or am I there?
Can I be found anywhere?
If I'm not, what does that mean?
Can I be heard but not seen?

No value or worth I feel.
I wonder if I am real.
I give up, this game you win.
I will not play it again.

 

 

 

 

 

Published by Charlotte Kuchinsky

I'm an author, columnist and poet. I have done extensive business, creative and technical writing and written curriclum for high schools, colleges and universities. I am currently the principal writer for a...  View profile

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  • Lori Gunn4/24/2011

    excellent:)

  • Victoria Cunningham4/22/2011

    Something to think about

  • Sophie S4/21/2011

    This is very poignant, Charlie. I hope this poem does not describe how you are feeling.
    Sophie

  • Allana Calhoun4/21/2011

    Excellent job!

  • LetsCook4/21/2011

    Powerful poem, thanks!

  • Memmay Moore4/21/2011

    Powerful feelings on a bad day.

  • Dina Sullivan4/21/2011

    Love it... :o)

  • Sandy James4/21/2011

    Such sadness...hope you're doing better.

  • Tony Payne4/21/2011

    Wonderful.

  • Tonya Gurr4/21/2011

    Some very powerful writing Charlie! Thank you for sharing!

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