Broken WordsA Poem by NotAprovedThese very words are broken.Their very being is glass like paper in a thunderstorm of emotions So delicate but blame shall not be put on them I do not wear them across my face but perhaps they are slung over my shoulders Like the one who holds the pen and the paper the words are unreadable They shred, slash and ravage me while mounted Even with a hand held out to them, they turn heads Their sorrowful sounds more reason to help find a grateful ears tingle once more With every shattering comes a new dawn of lost meaning They quest for the truth, unknowingly looking for themselves Broken words, broken book Who will listen to the broken words? These are the words that are painted in white on white stained night-sky. © 2016 NotAproved |
StatsAuthorNotAprovedSan Antonio, TXAboutI write when I feel like writing. When I feel stressed or something or inspired. I also really like memes. more..Writing
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