Funny, I don't even remember writing this one, although it was only a month ago by the date stamp.


I lay here,

A puddle.

You ripped 

My heart out;

Tossed it

Onto the railroad tracks.

I don’t need it,

I guess.

I’m just 

A puddle,


In the parking lot,

For the cars

To drive through.


Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2016-05-18 at 03:18

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh dear. I know the feeling :(

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this, Nancy. It's very simple and to the point. After having your heart ripped out, it figures that cars would drive through you.

I love that imagery. Would have loved some more back story though. The metaphor didn't make up for it