Broken hearts lay broken,
They sit around like glass shards,
Ready to pierce anyone piecing them together.
Fallen tears dry off – the ocean a farce.
You see their encrusted remains trickled on your face,
Your swollen, reddened face.
Hunched shoulders, eyes drooped,
The inner beauty is gone,
Lost on the bed of thorns.
Your scars will forever be a reminder,
On the canvas which your soul resides.
Lost souls wander endlessly,
In the endless abyss of their mind.
Their solace, the emptiness.
And soon, a light in the dark – recuperation