Broken Thing Poem by Nora Griffin
Broken Thing
I see myself, a broken thing,
A sunken bird whose voice won’t sing.
In dreams and hopes I lack so much,
A jagged heart too sharp to touch.
A mind that has no thoughts and eyes without sight,
Hands that can’t hold and a heart whose beats aren’t right.
I see myself, a broken thing,
A sunken bird whose voice won’t sing.
Monday, January 16, 2006
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4/24/2024 7:35:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Even more feeling and expression of the pain. I am in awe.