Sunday 21 February 2016

Feb. #4

Shattered, crushed, torn apart,
I feel it in my broken heart.
Life with no meaning,
Life that wishes to escape,
Gnawing and clawing 
At a tiny cage.
You ask the question,
You wonder why,
You weep, you ponder,
You look to the sky.
But inside you know,
You have a reason.
So you suffer through 
Every season.

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