I see myself, a broken thing,
A sunken bird whose voice won’t sing.
In dreams and hopes I lack so much,
A jagged heart too sharp to touch.
A mind that has no thoughts and eyes without sight,
Hands that can’t hold and a heart whose beats aren’t right.
I see myself, a broken thing,
A sunken bird whose voice won’t sing.
Nora Griffin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-thing/
