Shattered
Cracked
Broken
Like that of two battles on one field. The more I stare at it the more tears fall down my cheeks and I feel even more lost than I started.
Alone
Cold
Gone
Like lightning from the sky or waves crashing onto the beach. Chaotic and messy, sharp and jagged, when will it be enough?
Who's more broken though, the screen or I?
YOU ARE READING
A few thoughts
PoetryPoetry is a different kind of story and I'd like to share some of it with anybody who's willing to Listen, Some are sad, some are happy, some are of pain, and some are of love, but none the less I hope you enjoy them.
