Random Collection of Thoughts

Poetry....collection? Jumble? (oh well.)

A Circle Broken

.Some circles have breaks or cracks.

Broken circles can be repaired,

 but are never the same again.

Some are silver, some are gold.

The silver ones tarnish.

Gold can turn to bronze.

Or paint can chip off,

leaving you to realize that

It wasn't real gold.

It can be painted by others,

or ruined by yourself.

even a beautiful large circle,

can be dropped and broken

in a matter of seconds

it can be ruined.

or  cracked slowly,

and painfully.

The loss of a best friend,

can be the most painful thing

or the easiest.

The one who ends it,

feels cold icicles of guilt that

 fill the cracks of their heart.

Sorrow, guilt, anger, denial.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry

is the easiest thing to say

for you

but you waited too long

It doesn't mean anything.

It is too late to apologize

You may have be forgiven.

But no, betrayal again and again

If your circle is broken then

try to fix it,

melt the icicles.

Even if they never forgive you.

I have moved on and forgot.

But loss will continue to peirce you

Clueless.