Tonight I cry
All those dreams of mine died
Even my shadow taunts me
Strolling the paths I will not
The cracks on the asphalt remind me
Of my broken, broken soul
And I call for God
Asking for his love
I follow the lines of my palms
No one has had this bleak atlas
A journey with no path
A traveller with no journey
Not even in my dreams do I find solace
My wounds heal with tears
Salted like the sea
My soul swims in tears
And, as the sun rises
So does my hope.
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
