C. M. Scullin


Broken

Measures of a severed heart.
Every inch is torn apart.
Can't imagine trudging on.
Every hope, all love has gone.

Lying here alone, so lost!
To move, to speak, too great a cost.
No more courage to be brave.
Empty, silent, as the grave.

(November,2010/ Calmar, IA)

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