Broken
Sit in a darkness of growing decay
The body’s betrayed what the mind might convey
Whispers a vestige of richness in being
Look to a mirror with disdain for the seeing
No one unmasks the full depth in what’s broken
The stain of the scars leaves much damage unspoken
To know no solution can repair what’s diminished
‘Nary got started yet the race has been finished
So look at the world’s unattainable prize
Revealing the dreams as ridiculous lies
Too much to ask for what most would assume
Broken, the body, is its own living tomb
SGW 2016
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