A wounded heart leaves an abscessed thought.

dark scribbles going no where!

Shipwrecked on the shores

of your barb wire fenced heart

only I was bleeding,

caught in your loveless trap, 

entangled you severed all wired connections;

I was cast adrift.

You ransacked my mind

leaving a scattered trail

of littered promises broken;

but by picking up the pieces

of my tethered thoughts

I still find you creeping

like a bad debt 

that I cannot pay.

A broken heart,

a salvaged mind,

I'm now classified

as trash or treasure.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Great use of metaphors here loved it and your poem did go somewhere it sailed well

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Julie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i always felt adrift and in a bad debt when left by an ex...never thought i was much of a treasure...and classified myself as being the next Johnny Carson...three wives, three mistakes...lots of poems.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Love the reply, thanks J.