You slipped through my fingers
like water in a broken glass.
I am heartbroken without you
This sorrow is a lack of vigour.
You were the gift in my life
that was so beautifully rare,
But now that you are gone
I am filled with despair.
My heart is made of stone
that can never be broken.
I am just bitter
as cold as the winter wind.
It is a shattered bottle,
a river that has run dry.
Perhaps it is irreparable
Or lifelessly dead.
Or maybe my broken heart is
like a self-destructing bombshell
that is will detonate soon.
© Nishka Ramkhelawan
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Grade 11
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