Alexander Foald

Crashed - Poem by Alexander Foald

Couldn’t tell if I’m wounded
Couldn’t see if I’m broken
Standing with my feet crumbling
Looking for a grip for my broken heart

Tears won’t end at any place I stop by
Stories being told colliding with false memories
Seeing something that looks the same but not,
I found myself awakened in someplace I don’t know

Would the rain dropp longer today?
Would the night last longer before I wake?
Would the train carry me farther away?
Would there be another day to love?

Like everything else, this all seems like dream
And the morning sun is calling me out from window
But my heart is still breaking down into pieces
And smaller pieces of her picture

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 2, 2010

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