Broken Melody

Broken pottery  with  verses that carry screams leather than sounds of melody makes my heart heavy with sorrow try to change the tune but the always find a way to make echos in the hills of my mind As sit alone in loud silence with thoughts endless like tomorrow only chatter I get is from a clock on the wall & at night sounds of Crickets wish me good night With troubled aheart like a newly born un Pacified by it's mother's milk  only embraced by the cold like  a cock at dawn with crys in the air but the sun seems to never rise