The morning sun doesn't shine like it used to.
It's gone from my desolate sky
hidden deep within stale clouds and frozen memories
that are constantly bleeding from my now frigid heart.
Who am I,
but a broken soul wading through recycled tears
always towards a dark and ragged shoreline
covered with the shattered hopes and shredded dreams
that I discarded so long ago.
I am lost
a remnant of something left abandoned
thrown away and forgotten
marooned on the deserted island of my own unwanted love.
I am cold
alone beneath a dark and distorted sky
collapsed within my own naked sobs
with salty icicles cascading down my face
only to drip and land into charred piles of burning ash.
I am broken…
…so broken.