My friends
-I know you mean well
But the pain is not for you
Please don't peak inside
You won't like me if you do
If you see the pool of blood
That I've made others shed
It's from those who came before you
I count them now as dead
If you make it past the pool
There you'll find a stream
Running with the tears you'll cry
When asking me to leave
A bit beyond those two
Is the bright funeral pyre
Upon which is the broken pain
I've come now to admire
Should you continue on some more
Then there you see a cave
Filled with every memory
I wish I'd never made
But should you still persist
And the terrible mess not fool you
There is where you'll find me
Afraid of what's inside
YOU ARE READING
All the Broken Pieces
PoetryHow does a person explain what it means to be broken? When speaking to a friend, what can be said to show them they are trusted in spite of fear? This is a conversation between two friends, so that the brokenness inside can be understood.
