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B R O K E N

A Cry For Help

By Paula MariePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
B R O K E N
Photo by Aimee Vogelsang on Unsplash

Internally broken.

I pick up the pieces as words go unspoken.

There's always more than meets the eye,

I'm strugglin' just to get by;

whisper words of wisdom to me - how can I let it be?

Clocks are ticking on the wall,

they've come to a halt - oh no - is it my fault?

Another game of taking the blame, it's such a shame;

the demise to my fall.

Like Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.

What came first, the egg or the hen?

Can't you see?

Broken is B R O K E N.

*Originally created 10/1/2019*

sad poetry

About the Creator

Paula Marie

I don't know what's going on - I just live here, man.

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