My heart, a barren land
Where once I tried to sow
A seed of long lost hope;
I cared for it
And nurtured it
With care and warmth
But in the end it was
Pested with swarms insects.
And now, nothing remains.
Silence is all you can hear;
No one live here,
For even the air is toxic.
Once when the land was watered
Someone walked by
And the footprints still remain
But not for long,
For the land is already shattered.
Now, I don't even try
For the spring to be alive,
For I am tired
Of builing it up
And the wait for it to crumble to the ground.
'Cause now, I am waiting
For it to be a graveyard.
A perfect graveyard
Of buried hopes.
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The Broken Soul
PoetryIt's a collection of poems written by the 'Peace Finder' in pursuit of herself. It doesn't matter if you are a lost soul or already a well bloomed flower, you will find her work relatable and heartfelt. Her poem are not long and you can definetly s...
