Broken

Fractured fragments of my mind floating weightlessly in front of me.

I’ve lost myself a while back living a livid lie.

Searching in vain for something unseen to sustain my sanity.

Hope is lost as I cannot heal this hemorrhage in my head.

An empty shell that echoes of an existence erased.

A broken mind, and a broken man

Is all that’s left of me.


Author’s Note:

Sometimes I feel broken.  More than just the “not working” kind of broken, but the kind where I can’t make sense of any of the pieces, or how to put them back together.

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