Broken
I take tablets
every day,
do they work?
I couldn't say.
I've bits that hurt
and bits that don't,
bits that move
and bits that won't!
Sore bits.
spreading in a patch.
Itchy bits,
that I MUST scratch.
Muscles, joints, bones and skin,
on the outside and within.
Lips and tongue,
teeth and jaw,
eyes and nostrils,
all are sore.
Maybe pills are just a token.
They can't mend me -
I'm too broken!
Oooooo....it's totally brilliant...but ever so slightly sad at the same time xxxx
A bit of a wreck like myself then! Love your poetry Poems. That made me giggle. xxx
How very true but I have been around for a long time - I expect to see signs of wear and tear - SADLY xxx
Yes we are all broken here but we fight on don't we, until one day they find the dream pill that will fix us. 
A broken but not downhearted Tony
I did enjoy your poem though PG even though as vashti said it is very sad.
Good one! Xx
Brilliant... could be us. !
How true! That just about sums most of us up, I guess. Great poem.
I was picking my skin whilst reading your poem, so I can identify with some of your verse. Sadly it is so. :/
Hello poems, sad but true. it made me smile but also gave me some comfort that I needed. Reminded me I'm not the only one suffering and need to let out all the negatives and look for the positives. I love your poems. Please post more. Thank you Suzy.
A Silly Poem For The Weekend
