My Broken Poem

Wed, 08/15/2018 - 05:01 -- Ralola

Abandoned and broken by all that I’ve known,

My trust falls away into the unknown,

My heart holds the pieces to my decay,

My solemn walk of pity and shame,

I stared upon the idols I held most dear,

Rusted by betrayal and cold tears,

I feel so alone in my own dark,

I feel like the dead,

With little to no spark,

I scream to the night,

Like wolf to the moon,

And all I get is a dingy shovel….

With sharpen teeth,

And a heinous laugh,

I dig my own grave,

For that’s the only thing I’m quite good at.

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