Yet To Be Fixed Poem by Alicya Trevor

In that very hour
my world ended

The walls came crashing down
all the memories singed
around the edges

All the tears
poured to the ground
in a silent
vigil
for something
that had never existed

The reverie of
what I called my life

Dull little daggers
creating hairline cracks
in my very core

Weakening my soul
irrevocably

The weight
and pressure
are not even
something I desire
once more

I cannot say
what it is
i'm looking for

I am hurt
in need
you broke me

I cannot speak

I'm still broken