Broken Words

Broken Words

A Poem by NotAproved
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These very words are broken.

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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


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Added on June 2, 2016
Last Updated on June 7, 2016
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NotAproved
NotAproved

San Antonio, TX



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