Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Cold and Broken

Somewhere, the truth of me
Became the story of me,
I know not when I gave in
To the hurt and pain within,
Cold and broken, my heart lay 
In shards of crystal glass on display
To all who would peer inside,
Mocking my stupid pride.
Can my heart be mended?
Or will I be left untended
To drown in this sea of tears
Wasting away in all my fears?
Yet, here you stand offering respite
From the wasteland so desolate.
I grasp your hand so tight,
Pull me away from this night.

CWylde © 12/29/14

(Written in response to a poetry prompt from #FieryVerse)

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