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Ode to Broken Things | Poetic

April 1, 2020


Light falls dark
Hearts left bloodied and bruised
Joy is but only a thought
Anger creeps like a disease
And waits to be caught
The only light is stolen
By a rusted blade
Whispers echo through a vacant jar 
Scratches on walls tell the only stories
Glasses shattered
Frames snapped
Clocks gone silent
Books with no ending
Nails bent
Bottles empty
The broken things
Wait and listen
Until the sounds succumb
For the broken things
Are all left by what we've become

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  • Deep_Breaths

    Omg, so cute!

    10 months ago
  • abi's pov

    oh also to answer your question-you can use his name, if you'd like. His name is Benedick like the Shakespearean character ;)

    10 months ago
  • Deep_Breaths

    Thank you so much! You're incredibly talented too!!!

    10 months ago
  • abi's pov

    Yes! I love this. You have an amazing way with words!

    10 months ago