M's Poetry

Fragment

Hold this piece in your hand for just a few seconds
let it grab your heart and tug at your emotions
the scene that it holds relays more than you could imagine
it's never the whole story
just a fragment

She cries on her bed for someone to hold her
beat black and blue, it's slowly turning yellow
she grips the only picture that matters
the one of her daughter
but she is lost to the maniac
that caused all these bruises
she remains so mad at herself
cuz now she's alone and was played to be the fool

He cuts his self almost daily
just is way of coping
his family that displays such normality
has no idea he struggles with his sexuality
he's so confused and scared of his truth
he cuts to keep the demons at bay
but as he hits a jugular vein
death starts to give way
all he can think now is how he has wasted
on protecting someone that should have been so free

Hold this piece in your hand for just a few seconds
let it grab your heart and tug at your emotions
the scene that it holds relays more than you could imagine
it's never the whole story
just a fragment.....


2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop




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