Broken fingers holding
The broken petals of
Broken flowers.
Walking on broken toes
Through broken fields
Of broken glass,
And watching them sway brokenly
In a broken breeze.
Broken eyes considering
Broken promises,
Made by broken people
With broken morals.
Thinking with a broken mind,
Hoping all the broken pieces
Of this broken heart
Will be held brokenly together with
Broken strings.
YOU ARE READING
the mind's recesses
Poetrywords that fell out of inky fingers, and stained the paper that lay on wooden tables.
