Broken

The things that break.

BROKEN

A battered mind
In a head no longer pure
Shedding tears no longer helps
Although they come quickly
To eyes that have seen everything
And are the windows to a broken soul

A troubled heart
In a bosom filled with hurt
Embraces no longer comfort
They do not even give warmth
To a body alien to them
And that knows not how to return them

A frozen soul
That once ached for consolation
And now can’t let anyone close enough to give it
Weary of anyone that might inflict injury
On wounds that might never heal
But need not bleed anymore