Broken
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To Seek for seas that run through my veins
All I can find is a drought
A whole desert of pain
A rose growing among the thorns
Resting at the belle of the desert,
I know all about the desert
I know all about tide of sorrows it brings
I have at one point swam against this tide
Losing my bones in the process
I am broken in bits
I am now a broken shell
A fragment of a whole
Broken indeed.
You are really a great poet.
Wow... Beautifully written. Weldone dear.