Sadness
The quiet solitude and desolate mouth,
speaks deepened words of truth
These words tell what the broken, cold heart feels.
The confused, befuddled, pressured mind,
thinks the enclosed thoughts of struggle
The struggle of the past, present, and future.
The sad heartless, ander filled soul
holds the broken, shattered times from the past
written and splayed with pressed hard memories.
Copyright © Jasmine Jorden | Year Posted 2013
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