Monday, May 13, 2019

Broken

I am a broken woman.
I have no dreams, only nightmares.

My heart, defective, although it continues to beat,
too stubborn to quit.

There is no light in my darkness.
I see through blind eyes.

My spirit, destroyed, replaced by screams,
which echo and repeat.

My body, a sinking vessel.  Trying to stay afloat,
while weighted down with confusion, frustration and despair.

A lost compass in the turbulent sea.

My voice muted, every word, scarred by
a fucked up mentality and tangled emotions.

Everything about me.

BROKEN

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