Broken

poem about regret

Poem

 

Broken, in so many parts,
she lies on the ground.
A man is standing next to her,
watching.
He took one piece in his hand,
it was a tear,
he took a second one,
all he could see was light,
he took a third,
so many dreams.
‘Where is the end?’
he asked quietly.

Her soul has no end,
composed of too many wonderful things
waiting in vain
after a life of broken words
and promises.

‘I could have loved her.’
He continues
while touching her hair
and petting her skin.

Yes, you could
but you didn’t
and you are, therefore,
sentenced
to an empty life
wondering how could
it have been
to live
with a broken soul.

 

more by URSULA RABAR BABIC

photograph by Alexandra Diaconu

 

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