Broken Poem by Ray Springer

Broken pieces on the floor
I cant breathe in air any more
Darkness closes in i cant see
Why has my Dark Knight done this to me
Tossed to the wind i now fight
Determined as my goals are the only thing in site
No longer cursed to pain, walking around with a mark no cain
no longer cursed to tears
wishing for relief no longer my fears
As the gears of what once was slow. hault, stop
Flowers die when its thier time
a heart stops at but a dime
love comes rather unexpected
with a venomous resentment thats undisputed
so dark and cold my soul lays in dormant disdain
never again to be discovered by love's sweet kiss of pain