I can be happy
According to my mask
But what's inside is what really mattersLove, joy, peace
Hurt, brokenness, sadness
These emotions are a part of me
That doesn't mean they can't be silencedThe world and the people in it
Are blind to the things around them
They can't/don't/won't notice the sound
Of hearts being shatteredA million pieces of one heart
Pierce their surroundings
The weight of all that hurt
Could be contained no longer
Love, no more aboundingThe sound of a thousand warriors
Marching into battle
They await their fates as they fight valiantly
And, yet, it still doesn't matter
The people lay asleep
And the world continues to ignore their feelings
They have fallen
And they are not honoredThrough it all, few arise
The small bunch who escaped the masks
And those few spread out the love
While the world remains there watching
With eyes, endless wells of black
YOU ARE READING
Lost and Broken
PoetryInspired by APG222092, these are a bunch of the poems I've written over time. They actually get better as they go on. Please comment what you think! Enjoy! The picture was taken by me and the cover was created using PhotoGrid. Highest rankings: (12...