Broken
Location
Broken pieces on the ground
Of the school’s courtyard.
People stare, and look around,
But not a one knows what, or why.
At least, so they want to believe.
But all of them know the truth.
They’re the pieces of those long forgotten,
Yet at the same time so remembered.
Of classmates long destroyed,
By the harsh words that maimed them.
Scattered like broken glass,
The fragments of their very being.
Once full and beautiful,
But now fractured and destroyed.
Like small children, they stare
At the ground, and then each other.
Not a one is willing to take the blame.
In reality, they all played their part.
They all jarred at the fragile beings
With cruelty and hatred.
Pushing the limits of the glass
Assuming it would hold.
But now they’re broken, on the ground.
And there’s no way to fix it.
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thisispoetryproject
This is an amazing piece! You really dug deep to write this poem and I can feel it while reading your words. You painted a perfect picture for the reader and kept the subject of your poem constant. Brilliant.
My favorite line:
Pushing the limits of the glass
Assuming it would hold.
silentgrace7
I'm glad you like it. It was honestly a burst point that brought it to reality. I faced a lot from my fellow students as a child, and I was the one punished for reacting. Around the time I wrote this, I just found out a little boy that's close to my family was being treated exactly the same way, both by the students and the faculty. When it happened to me, it made me feel so worthless, and even broken inside, and it hurts me to know that another child was experiencing that sense of worthlessness. So I suppose you could say that's what inspired this piece.