Adults.
Broken people who pretend that they are fine.
Broken people that think they can never be put back together again.
Shattered dreams of a child.
Eyes murky, eyes that lost all hope,
Void of every emotion.
Pain etched into lines that lay permanently on their faces.
Warped into every twist and crevices,
Beautifully horribly hurt.
Desolate and isolated,
Starving for the touch of a kind hand.
Years of weariness beaten into their bones.
Broken things can always be put back together again,
With glue or tape or anything in between.
Shattered things can never recover from the loss that they have suffered.
Pieces spread to the corners of the earth
Out of reach.
Irrecoverable.
Winding their way into cracks,
Shards obliterated into fine dust.
Memories forgotten
A fine powder layered over every surface.
Remnants of lost dreams, and childhood wishes,
The only reminder of what could have been.
True smiles buried and burden,
Weight of the world on their shoulders.
Distorted by masks,
Underneath raw and red,
Drowning, but not escaping from the turmoil filled minds.
Adults.
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Short Stories and Little Ideas
PoetryI have had some ideas for a while now.....so I thought that I would put some out here! Let me know what you think, good or bad!
