broken

Posted by Robert Anderson On Sunday, August 22, 2010 1 comments

deprived of the enshrouding night
a reckoning of sorts slips through my fingers
'breathe' whispers my heart...'breathe'
the dreams i poured, now withered pages, pass through the wailing west wind
my soul is torrent, raped of all its mystique
i am broken. 
 

 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

One of your very best pieces yet.

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