hey which city are you from...? i'm from delhi... anyways the poem is nice...yeah its a lame comment. who's the guy you've been looking for...and congratulations, loss of love turns us into poets. So do not love.
I love it. It is really sad though, but i can understand how you feel. I feel the same way when i look in the mirror. "it was her reflection in the mirror tears streamed down her face from her swollen, blood shot eyes"
I loved that, At first you thought that maybe something was in her room...and then it went for a bit of a twist and put a little shock in you poem. Very good, going to my favs list. ~peace~
this was dark, spooky if i may say. what i found discontenting was that there was no explanation as to why she was brokne or who the "ghastly figure" was. i believe this has already been mentioned so i'm sorry to repeat. i did however like the present story line. it was excellent (up till the end of course) i hope to see if you decide to change it up a bit, but even if you don't i liked it anyway.
I like the way you put this together, and the visual image it creates. The dark room symbolizing depression. Something was falling but nothing could be seen.. like the mind slipping into depression. Then, just for a moment, she sees the place she's fallen into, as it shows on her face.
"she was in pieces her heart and spirit on the floor" < good description.
Nice work! My only critique.. that maybe omitting "to be" from this line would make it read better? > "but nothing was to be seen"
and a typo with "strenght" - which should be "strength".
i like the "but nothing could be seen" part of this, it's a little repetative but it buts dramatic supence and makes you want to read on. but i realy like the ending were she see's herself broken but it makes me want to know why she is broken in pieces. i realy would like to see a continuation to this poem that decribes why she is broken. just a segestion. thx for the read.