Broken
A sad token
A storm of thunder
Pouring down under
Struck down by lightning
Brokenly frightening
Sadly uninviting
A dark tunnel without lighting
My soul sulking
My heart no longer hunting
I am broken in my pain
My spirit now in vain
It shall not love again
Darkness, I am now yours again
Sadness keeps me sane
And unafraid
In broken pieces I will now live again
Being and feeling, "broken," an almost inevitable state of mind most of us can probably connect with, in one way or another. Reminding us every time, we are merely human. Vulnerable to be broken; miraculous to be remade. Nice poem, thanks for sharing with us!