I’ve been enjoying the embarrassing old pictures people are posting on Instagram and Facebook every Thursday, and I’ve even participated a bit. Then I thought, “What’s more embarrassing than old big hair pictures of myself? Stuff I wrote back in the day. So, in that vein I believe I will begin Throw Back Thursdays on my blog every few weeks.
Broken
It used to be a tool,
and every beat was good.
So many beats for you.
I always thought it would last,
and beat a billion more
strong beats for you.
Now it is broken up.
My heart no longer pounds
any beats at all.
It is broken and destroyed,
shattered and crushed,
and no more beats are left.
I wish it could beat again,
but it’s too broken to care,
and too hurt to even try.
Why must it all end?
This broken tool is dead.
It will never beat again.
Copyright 1995
