Pieces
I couldn't pick up
Shards
I couldn't put together
I felt hopeless
And lost
And found refuge in the dark
Alongside the tears that owned my eyes
In the broken webs I lay
To destruction I swayed
Though I was the spider
Weaving the strands of lies
Entangling myself and never knowing
Till realization hit
Like a thunderstorm
Broken I was
Broken I am
The soul I cannot fix
The heart I cannot mend
The past I cannot forgive
The future I cannot create
Broken I will be
Infinitely
YOU ARE READING
//words//
PoetryMaybe my words will stain the white page and bring emotion out of tears. Maybe the pain will match yours. Part one of my three set: words, pages and sentences
