Broken

The road to emptiness.

Broken                                  

A foetus lies motionless, snapped from it's cord;

the future lies empty, the promise was flawed.

Silence holds court, deep dark as the womb.

A cradle lies cold in a pastel clad room.

A glass lies in shards on a fire-lit hearth;

finest cut crystal, an object of worth?

Once, no more, no attempted resurrection

could now restore what once was perfection.

A grave lies solitary, all now departed.

A wedding ring lies in the dust discarded.

Tears are no more, no more words to be spoken -

something, somewhere inside lies broken. 

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I liked the usage of the words to ultimately come up with the title of your verse...it's effectiveness in each line --- gives a slow burn within the read to the audience...the rhyme scheme is not hindered and adds to the wholeness of this write...and within that strict format lies again the word --- broken...

[Jo]

Thank you Glen.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...congrats on your degree...