Esther Hadassah Sendeza
Prologue Of The Broken - Poem by Esther Hadassah Sendeza
It started as a rock wraps around the moss,
A scorned but slowly killing veil,
Too many times I have wondered
Why we have to deal with pain and loss.
Correctly and gently it takes me by the hand,
I step closer and closer, unsure of the verdict,
Listening to the knocks as they get louder and louder,
What I’m I to do in this foreign land?
But I still breathe the remains of this shattered meteor,
Journeying through this space and time,
Caught between the strings of this very vibe,
Unfortunate, uncovered….can this get any shittier? ? ? ?
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