Whispers of the broken soul.
Fragments of Hope Amidst Brokenness
A poem I wrote for a friend who was having a bad day.
Nowhere to run, no end in sight,
Everything's crashing down like the falls of night.
Alone and afraid, I hold on tight,
On this bed I made, I try as I might.
To escape this hell, torturing my mind,
Isn’t this swell? You’re too kind.
You try to help this broken soul,
While I lay and whelp over this heavy toll.
You’re nice and sweet, innocent and pure,
Like an angel I'd like to meet, you do so much, yet still do more
About the Creator
Trista Harrison
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Comments (1)
Wow so nicely written!!