I wasn't a toy,
With whom you played.
I wasn't a toy,
To whom you gave love when you were in the mood.I was a living creature.
I was once a part of beautiful nature.
But you made me believe,
I was a weed,
Who was stealing someone else needs.
That's the reason you crumbled me under your feet,
To make nature again neat.I also had a heart.
But you told me it doesn't beat.
Every night I mended it.
Each day you break it.The white walls.
The white bed.
The white sheets.
My skin was also white.
Have you seen my heartbeat on the monitor?
I listened to it every day.
But when you touched me,
On the monitor, you saw the straight line.I wasn't glass,
But you had broken me at last.
YOU ARE READING
Paroxysm
PoetryEvery poem has its own meaning. Every poem is written with emotion stored in heart.