BrokenA Poem by Ib*An expression in words of a broken heart.
Broken I held my head in my hands, A desolate expression on my face, My heart rate was going down, And no happiness on my face. The shattering experiences, The ever long grief, The life of a burglar, The life of a thief. I questioned myself, What have I done? To all that was happening, And all that was to come? All dreams are gone, All friends are lost, Is this what I had intended? And was it at this cost? No, this is not what I had asked for, This isn’t my token, What do I do now? Everything is broken.
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AuthorIb*United Arab EmiratesAboutA poet by trade, I have a passion for anything related to literature. more..Writing
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