Wrecked
I am broken
I am shades of darkness
Filtered through your pain
Wrecked
I am wasted
I am dying
Slowly
Wrecked
You have singed my purity
I feel so low
I am blackened
Like an Angel
Unloved
Wrecked
Have you brought me here
Tattered like-
I am tired
I am cold
I don’t dream
Anymore
I don’t feel anymore
Wrecked
I am lost
I am bleeding
I felt you near
Tasting me in the night
And this is how it ends
Wrecked.
Me too enjoyed reading this poem and I agree powerfully simple
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Out of ashes rose the phoenix. Kenneth