There is the hour where the people all scream
Where people of all possible ages
Have one word falling from broken lips
Why
It drops into the mingling faces
Of a generation in crisis
Plummeting into the mass of people as if it
Weren't
Even there to exist amongst the pain of children
A small part of death
A tiny fragment of disease and
You
Carried the burden of all the others
Trudging along with a face so hopeless
Believing in all truth that
There
Was nothing left to live for except the pain
And the brokenness of agonized hearts
Don't you realize that you aren't the only one hurting?
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryPretty much a window to my soul over the past few years. Some poems that were written earlier are of not as good quality, so forgive that. This is a collection that breaks the window to my life.
