Broken Life

It's life

It's the way I live

the choices I make

the heart I forsake

the feelings I break

Never what I thought 

it would be

never seeming

good for me

forsaken and stomped on

leveled and raked across

tossed aside

it must be me

trashed and forgotten

as so much debris

shattered on the shore of life

wounded and bleeding out

crumbling and smothered

the ashes of my soul

of my sorrowful existence

no power to offer resistance

skinned alive

from the inside

my voice cracked and dry

shouting

and nothing

not a word

can't you hear me

are you listening