Broken Soul
What does a broken soul look like
It is the thousand-year stare from empty dead eyes, vacant and numb
Triggers playing on a loop of tortured memories
It is the tiredness of the rested
And the rest of the tired...
Weary from thoughts that line up like executioners each shooting to kill
It is the weariness and the tearless cry
That rips through you and you talk to yourself
Because no one wishes to hear
It is the quiet despair that sits with you wearily at noon
You welcome sleep from the turmoil
Alas sleep itself is full of torment so you wake unrested...and tired
The days are bleak...the future tortuous...the past tormentous and the present enveloped in an unending blanket of pain
You call to heaven...the silence is darker than hope...
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