Bitter . . . Heartbroken
By Brad Kelly
Pain trembles to touch my lip, burning my old scar sending me spiraling back in time. Afraid that my strengths will be my ultimate weakness. Something so certain falls apart in my awkward hand. Lies scattered on the tile. And I hope I can fix it. Misunderstood, yet completely conscious that my feet drag, my head void of all profound thoughts. Sadness building its armies to blow the bridge before I can cross to happiness. Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 01:00 PM PST 17 • 0 • 1
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