Broken

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  • Death

    Broken

     i lay here and look at the sky
    cursing God and asking why
    was i put upon the earth?
    brought to be through painful birth?
    should i give thanks for a painful breath?
    im more inclined to thank for death
    my broken heart like glass returns to sand
    slipping through my painful broken hands
    my broken eyes cannot read what i have wrote
    my broken sobs caught in my broken throught
    like a vase tossed aside
    once thought to be a source of pride
    but when i start to lay in waste
    your cold shoulder is all i face
    this silver knife, sharp and true
    and somehow reminds me of you
    caught my heart in one swift slice
    i thank thee, for end of life

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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