Broken

My soul, it speaks in quiet tones
Eery whispers, aching moans
The gate that guards my secret place
On rusty hinges hangs in space

This dark depression settled low
And all life’s passion ceased to flow
Some pieces scattered on the wind
While others forced my boughs to bend

Years of madness still reside
In this ghost of me inside
That dreamy girl I used to be
A long forgotten memory

And this woman, in her stead?
A broken thing, with heart half-dead
And springs of tears that never fall
Yet threaten to undo it all.

One thought on “Broken

  1. Your pain and hurt cry out,
    I have had many times sat in despair.
    I have only recently moved towards healing,
    can you find yours?

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