Broken but here

August 12, 2011
Shush, can you hear the

Can you hear its cries
from thousands of immemorial

I am closer to the skies now
than fifteen years ago
when I was born,
I can nearly reach them
on my toes and arms raised high,
but “nearly” was never good enough

my neck has started hurting
(just as my heart)
from watching at the sky
every night,
hoping for a star to fall
but never seeing one

my dreams crashed into the ground,
just as raindrops from the clouds
(or teardrops from my eyes),
there they stayed and forever dried

My heart is broken,
but since when do broken hearts
stop beating?
My eyes are still seeing while
everyone else seems asleep,
my lungs are still breathing while
everyone else seems dead
(but walking)

As the horizon goes through
different colors and lights
I wonder,
should I smile or cry
as the sun goes down?

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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 9, 2011 at 5:57 pm
The language of 'broken but here' really caught my attention, and it deserved to, because of its firm passion and complex emotion. A lot of the lines were wonderfully unexpected, which should be one of the goals of a good poet. :)  The first two lines/stanzas as well as the very last had the greatest effect on me. I LOVED the idea of not knowing whether to smile or cry at sundown. Very well written, my friend!
RaindropsCatcher This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 10, 2011 at 3:20 am
Thank you! :)
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