As I Frustrate...

So fragile…so very delicate…everything was meant to be broken…but certain things are broken more often than others…one of those things is my heart. My hand trembles as I write, my body shaking with frustration, hate, lost love, and sorrow.

          My little Engel, you could never be responsible for my feelings such as these…this world that is full of malice is the cause, and is responsible.

          But, Mother Earth, how could I hate you so?

 

…this world is only shame…

 

Daniel Helle, Twenty-seventh of April, Two Thousand and Eleven.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of emotion in this short chapter. To try to figure the hate, lost love and sorrow is a never ending quest. A strong chapter. Thank you.
Coyote

[Jibin]

Expressed your feelings very deeply in simple words and manner, that would you also let me to feel the same.......
;)

[Lily Mae]

This one is short yet deep with the anquish, frustration, hate, lost love, and sorrow.. Great write..x

[Kayla K]

Let me begin with the fact that I love how you write your feelings down like this. It allows your "followers" to understand what goes on in your mind an heart. Your clearly say everything. I love this chapter, about being broken, and how everything breaks, it's just so true to me, and I love it.