He lies broken
pain unspoken
Splintered into pieces
Splattered into feces
Love rejected
Hope ejected
He lies broken
Pointless token
A golden dream
Not ring but phleame
His blood is let
His face is wet
The diamond cuts
into his guts
From sleep awoken
He is broken
.
.
(What does it feel like to be the guy proposing on the big screen, when the girl says no? Ouch.)
This poem is mostly written in trochaic dimeter- STRESS-unstress X 2. The exceptions are the second couplet, which is trochaic trimeter, and the penultimate line which adds an unstressed beat at the beginning).
Shawn L. Bird 