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BROKEN
By Zhee
How bitter the torment
Of seeking and yearning,
This transient
emergence
Between living and burning,
Significance of
my insignificance,
Is existent in my demise,
Yet the gravity
of my being
Breaks down the skies.
Longing for illumination
Of thought, heart…this whole
But wisdom lies extinguished
Amongst the ashes of my soul.
At this doorstep I sit and
beg,
Once glimmering with hopes unspoken,
Now with dry eyes
and parched lips,
My hands empty – my cup broken….
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Copyright 2012 Zhee
Published on Tuesday, September 18, 2012.
Filed under: "Philosophical" and
"Poetry"
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On Friday, July 6, 2018, Jonas Robinson
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wrote:
Listen to this, it's so great.
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On Friday, November 29, 2013, Hands_Around_My_Throat
(67) wrote:
Desolation. True and utter destruction. This poem details someone being crippled by pain, and the meter and rhyme was to die for! I hope you write on.
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On Tuesday, September 18, 2012, dwells
(4285) wrote:
We almost all exit as beggars, if we are lucky (or perhaps unlucky, depending on your point of view). Makes the final exit a bit easier to perform when it happens maybe. This piece brought me down, well done and cheers!
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On Tuesday, September 18, 2012, Rebel tiGer King
(258) wrote:
Broken often defines the poet, yet i think this reflects a rugged togetherness and wholeness, perhaps a projection of the wished running parallel to the reality of your words, very interesting write - RTK
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On Tuesday, September 18, 2012, FadedBlues
(2169) wrote:
...very tearful image: beggar on the doorstep, despondent & hopeless...
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On Tuesday, September 18, 2012, Devilish
(2658) wrote:
Awee. I feel you. my hands empty and my cup broken. I can't tell you how much i can relate to that. thank you for your comments i appreciate them.
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