Thursday, November 12, 2015

Broken Bane.

Shattered - smaller fragments, bigger chunks
Image Courtesy: Mozaico Art 
Every time she tried to fix, it broke more
She felt weak and suppressed, mistrusted and doubted

She looked for the crumbled pieces scattered along the shores of life
It went in vain as the pieces buried themselves unwillingly in shame, guilt, regret and fear
She walked for long along the path to find love,
Tried to get herself back together
Looked for the broken pieces so she could fix
The distance between herself and her soul

But it was too late and her soul left her,
Making her feel unloved and unwanted,
With a single rose next to her body on the bed

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