Now here I hid,
Deep in despair,
Now there I bid,
Wishing naively while I was unaware,
Now there I forbid,
The Maltreatment they did,
Now I promise to the darkness I was with,
I was unprepared,
The dark and gloomy eyes I stared,
Stared me back making me impaired,
But for what did I wish?
For what did I plea?
For how did you become my enemy?
Now there I pray to flee,
Along with my feelings to be free,
Now my body shakes in fear,
Now the frightening voices that I hear,
Gone with the wind,
Along the pain they bring,
Yet remained in my head to haunt me again,
The voice that was once my friend,
The sound it made was crystal clear,
And my mind twisted and started to bend,
The voices whispered in my ear,
"Now your heart that I broke will never be mend",
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The Poet's Broken Poem
PoetryA Diary made as a collection of poems, and a story behind it all.