Friday, March 09, 2007

Broken

White noise rising,
Smothering,
Grey storm broiling,
Pound, pound, pounding!
Throbbing.

So broken,
Ripped,
And scattered.

1 comment:

etain_lavena said...

Cause I am broken, torn and washed away, find me in the ligh of day. Where glass can cut my soul, and I will die for all.

Dear In, I so love what you write:)