Burned, Torn, Broken

Burned
Torn
Broken
All I had to give
Empty
Lost
Helpless
All that I am now

Your touch
Once the rich food of my eager heart
No longer
Now your fingers leave behind venom filled cuts
I heave
My throat burns with tears

Burned
Torn
Broken
The heart you once possessed
Empty
Lost
Helpless
The me you left behind

© Rachel Svendsen 2014

Author: Rachel Svendsen

Rachel is a poet and writer from Pennsylvania, where she lives with her husband and children. Her short story "Filling the Silence" received an honorable mention in the 2019 Story Embers short story competition.

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