George's Writing
Broken Doll
You are so far away in another’s arms.
How do I get past this,
The pain of your betrayal that rips through my body,
Like a rock shattering the window to my heart.
But it is my hand that holds the hilt to the knife twisting in my gut.
This self inflicted rage, is my only reprieve.
I pray you never know the truth,
My spilt blood and pain is my own to bare.
My knees buckle and fall ever so slowly,
Collapsed in heap a broken doll.
… And you do not even notice.
Because all I let you see is my contentment.
I utter not a word…
Not a single word…
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