Broken
Hearted
B reathing in and out seems an endless chore ~
B reathing in and out seems an endless chore ~
R eminiscent of days that
came before.
O nly hoping for the quiet
peace ~
K ings have fallen within
such grief.
E nduring life from day to
day ~
N othing changes the words
you say.
H oping soon for a better
time ~
E nsconced with thoughts,
yet words are mime.
A rt is darkened along with
the days ~
R epressed and grounded in a
lonely haze.
T rying to find a pathway
free ~
E nding the day without your
memory.
D oes one ever regain such
tranquility?
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