Monday, May 02, 2016

BROKENNESS  


I lost my sky under you
With clouds constantly threatening
My peace of mind


Scattered memories
Burned my scarred heart
Pieces of it
Floating in a cold, cold river
Filled with dark mucus, brown shit
And old dull knives.


No sugar,
Honey or ice teas
No home cooked meals
Made from love
No long walks in the city,
Holding, sweet loving hands.


Just cold silence
Torn emotions
Ripped bleeding soul
My lip bitten a thousand times
No sweetness
From your mouth
Just darkness
This hard sadness
Weighing me down
As I crawl on my belly
Reaching through this hell
Dirt in my eyes
As I realized
There is no more us
No more trust
Just time to go.


I gotta recover my soul
(c) 2016 by Mocha Sistah

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