Monday, 23 May 2016

Broken



My heart, reduced to shreds like wet paper.

My hands, calloused and scarred from my vain efforts.

My eyes, turned stone cold from the icy reality besetting me.

My legs....

I can't feel my legs.


My skin, a living organ one with the earthy ground,

Trampled upon, bruised senselessly, without

question or remorse.


Warm, red blood, oozing out of every orifice of

my body, over the dried blood already scabbing.

Blood, filled with my pain, weaknesses, flaws...


Regrets.


And yet Broken I stand, and Broken I will heal.

6 comments:

  1. Wow scott that is sad but we'll written. Does this describe where you are in your heart now? Who is trampling on you? Well we love you and will not trample on your heart but protect it.

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  2. Very well written, gave words to emotions that I've had myself yet couldnt describe.

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  3. Very well written, gave words to emotions that I've had myself yet couldnt describe.

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