Broken
Do you know what it's like to be broken
Wish this morning that you had not woken
When all words of love have been spoken
And hopes disappear in the night.
So you know how much silence can wound
A beating heart that fate had harpooned
Laying shipwrecked forever marooned.
And pain reappears at first light.
Yes, broken we hang by a thread
Over memories and new paths to tread
Maybe stars if we look straight ahead
Look behind for the scars where we bled.
And i just need one hand to hold
Not to die in merciless cold.
poem by Kevin East
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