Broken by decisions of a tragic life,
Skies so grey, it seems almost night,
The strings that hold us up
Feel as if they’ve been cut,
Eyes wide open but the mind is shut.
Desperate and on bended knees
Holding out a hand,
Trying in the best way to understand,
Why it is in life that makes it so hard,
Broken down houses,
Broken down cars,
Breaking into pieces
Broken forlorn hearts.
Life full of shadows
Anxiety and angst,
A fetid feeling of existence
Of which the residue is rank,
Experiences so limited
By a life lived blank.
fauxcroft 
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