Wazi l'Enfant
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life
It hurts till it's numb. Tear wells dry up
The riverbeds of emotion become hard cracked ground
The heart becomes a desert too barren to bear a heartbeat
The carcass of happiness and inner peace lay dead
The only remnants of a soul that was once whole
Its shattered pieces now float aimlessly with the wind
Never again to be be reassembled into what they used to be
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2b2b2 says: Great Capture....thanks for sharing! |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Wazi l'Enfant
Deserted loveIt hurts till it's numb. Tear wells dry up The riverbeds of emotion become hard cracked ground The heart becomes a desert too barren to bear a heartbeat The carcass of happiness and inner peace lay dead The only remnants of a soul that was once whole Its shattered pieces now float aimlessly with the wind Never again to be be reassembled into what they used to be  |
