Broken Glass
My head is full of broken glass
Of broken dreams and promises
My mind is like a raging sea
My heart is ice in razor wire
My soul feels not a part of me.
I stare at bare white bedroom walls
I stare into the empty void
I watch my life down empty halls
I hate the passing of my days
Our love has gone and worlds apart.
My mind is full of broken glass
I see the empty mindless space
I truly hate the human race
My senses cold beyond belief
My mind can find no kind relief.
My heart is so a block of ice
My life is full of broken dreams
My head is full of broken glass
All my life is in the past.
Copyright © David Boulton | Year Posted 2016
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