Poem -
Broken Souls
Somewhere a woman child believe that she was never loved.
Somewhere a mother gran stares through uncomprehending eyes.
Somewhere, somehow two lives have drifted slowly by
with only pain and hurt the common factor.
A woman child that hurts for love that simply walked away
and yet blames other people that the father didnāt stay.
A mother gran who always loved despite no love received
and now feels lost, abandoned and utterly bereaved
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Comments
Well written and a sad tale.
HugsĀ
ā”M
Following you.
PSĀ
Continue writing from the heart.Ā
That is always the best place to start!
ā”M
Hey LYRICA!!....this is a VERY compelling write....... life has a way of making "Broken Souls" from relationships influences....... but like you said it can be VERY cathartic to write about it!!..... you've found a good place here to begin your journey...... some VERY caring and capable writers here..'......Ā you have a strong sense of rhythm and timing.....,. this is very well conceived and BEAUTIFULLY delivered........ so, like you said to me, don't stop writing........ you have a gift for expressing yourself with words.........ALL STARS!!..... and WELCOME to COSMO!!....... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo.Ā ?ā³ā“
what an emotional piece of writing, Lyrica....love your language, so expressive lean clever...your opening line speaks volumes, great foundation and characterization as well, amazing to me how you told a story so quick; a testamentĀ to your writing skills, such confidence rise from this one, a superb read, poet, enjoyed
'Somewhere a woman child believe that she was never loved.'
It took me a long time to get here, but the journey was so very worth it .. it ought to be a two way thing and precious .. love that is .. & all that goes with it .. You more than adequately just proved, that that is not always the case .. NevilleĀ š»
Lodigiana, it looks like Nev has beaten me to punch and arrived before me.
But well worth it to view your early writing.
A moving and forlorn write that isn't afraid to speak out, a stark write as well that need not say anymore.
Shaun.x.
Ā And I hope you pass by one day.Ā