Broken
Broken
By Laura
March 2, 2016
Trying to remember who I used to be
The shameless vanity behind my fragile sanity
The ease of my walk; the well-recieved smile
My audience approved; it all seemed worth my while
But now I'm broken and confused without a leg to stand
The only brief relief is when she holds my hand
Now, I'm left to fight this curse that will never have a cure
Knowing that my troubled mind will never again be pure
I'm trying to think but it's like I'm stuck under water
Missing what they stole when I was beautiful and smarter
Hard pressed to decide if I'm really coming or going
With heavy eyes under cloudy skies; I see the worst part of knowing
It's the stand of a thousand lashes in front of laughter from the masses
Still cringing when the tide is low and the winter lightning crashes
I'll always be afraid of things I will never really express
So I stress these eyes' undying light despite these days under distress
Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2016
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