I lay

Beyond the valley of your dying heart.
Somewhere within the wounded souls.
Out in the open, out of the broken shell.
I lay.

Far, far away, in a rotten land.
Somewhere within the sparkles light.
Inside a dark, dark alley way.
I lay

Lost beyond reach.
Broken beyond repair.
I lay

Left behind in an empty coffin.
Lost without a hand to guide.
On a broken swing of lies.
I lay

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Newest poem =3

Spinoza's picture

We are all broken... it's

We are all broken... it's just a matter of degree. Cheers

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ThePoetItSelf's picture

thanks for commenting =)

thanks for commenting =)