Broken soul
Broken heart
Broken fate
Broken world
Windows shatter
As they become like you
For you are the window
That's beginning to shatter
That's beginning to crack
You feel this pressure
Though not seen
But you know it's there
And all you can ask is why
As you see doors slamming
As you hear footsteps echoing
As you hear screams piercing
The night air
The night sky a hopeless reminder
So vast and void
So cold and empty
As you become more
And more broken
As you soon begin
To shatter
YOU ARE READING
Fading Whispers
PoetryA song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.
