Poems of a Broken Man

By PoemsOfABrokenMan

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Here you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a wri... More

The Five Horsemen of Your Mind
Inside Out
These Gifts You Gave Me
Figuring Out How to Cry
Help! I need Somebody
The Hole She Left
God
How are You?
Panic
Somebody You Loved
Where are You?
'I Miss You'
Thoughts
The Teacher
Anger is not a Perspective
Text Her
Questions
A message to her Mother
Questions: Part 2
Would you be Mad?
Angels
No More
Unsent Texts
Brainstruck
Like You Used Too
They/Them
Tears at Work
Letting Go.
All These Things That I've Done
Suicide
Lonely
Words of Wisdom to the New Guy
Ignore
Do clouds look the same to everybody else?
Broken with glue
Deja Vu
Messages to a Senior
Recovery is a slow road
Nostalgia
Priority
Cancelled
If you wanted to, you would
Hostile
Mistakes
Better
Liked
Kindness
Adulthood
Thoughts on a Monday Morning
If I'd hidden it better
Our Prime Minister
Technology

Tears from the Heart

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By PoemsOfABrokenMan

Have you ever sung your lungs out so hard you cried?

I'm not talking about little tears, or dew drops on a misty day. I mean 'somebody just killed my dog' tears.

No? Let me tell you how it happens. You're having a perfectly normal day, doing something fun like shopping for yourself. But she's in there. Not in the car, or by your side, but in your mind, in your head. You can't shake her image, so you let her stay and watch you do normal, day-to-day things without her.

You're driving, listening to your own music, when a song comes on. Maybe it's a happy song that reminds you of her, or a sad song that you sing in her vain. In my case, it was 'Somebody You Loved' by Lewis Capaldi.

I was just singing, minding my own business. But the words got louder. The singing got louder, more vocal, and rather than coming from my throat it started coming from my lungs and projecting from my heart. I sang louder and louder until the words got caught in my throat and drowned out by the tears weeping from my eyes. I couldn't do anything but keep crying until I was all cried out. And once I was, I went back to being more normal-ish and carried on with my day.

But I couldn't help thinking, would those tears have still flowed if she hadn't been there, hiding in my minds eye. Perhaps she opened up a bottle of water in my brain and let it drip down my eyes and across my face, just to show the power she still holds over me...

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