Broken

The road is broken,

and I have lost my way.

Etching words,

that fall down empty wells,

and hollow ears.

This place,

I could not have known.

This cold,

piercing through burning rage.

I draw my heart on foggy windows,

looking out to dust filled roads,

broken,

lost.

No sign of love here.

No sign of home.

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