Broken

Broken

A heart that doesn't beat anymore...
eyes that no more cry. 
Nobody knows what happened before...
nobody cares to try. 
Sympathy doesn't soothe the living dead 
when cobwebs weave them a shiny shroud. 
The cold ground finally becomes a bed...
memories don't know how to cry aloud. 
Fighting alone the greying storms, 
the exhausted sun bids adieu. 
While the earth soaks in little warmth 
from traces of yellowing hue. 
In the end we fall like a broken feather...
ending up in the depths of abyss. 
Relationships limited to fair-weather 
never even find anything amiss. 
Some still pick up broken fragments 
and try to make something new. 
Carefully avoiding deep attachments...
while preserving their tears as dew. 
Those broken shards now hurt only those 
who carelessly try to trample over them. 
Cocoons are built so that no one comes close 
Be understanding- try not to condemn.

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