Broken hope

The Cry of a Wounded Heart

Photograph by author

Life is difficult when things fall apart,

Trying to find hope, moving on smart.

Why does everything feel so fake?

No one wants to partake.

Show me where to walk, give me a start,

I have never quit, yet no one accepts or sparks.

You don’t throw out a glass of milk,

Even if it’s boiling and hard to take.

I spent the days of my life feeling nothing in it,

I feel like that glass of milk, No one sees the value in it,

don’t want to lose me yet, Show me the way to go,

I know I’m lost in life’s depths,

Searching for a light, I’ve never tried to quit.

I’m not scared of any bright light,

not even a bit, I know it burns out moths to death,

I will walk into it if I see a purpose in it.

Feeling useless,

like nobody needs my presence.

I’m not scared anymore,

even if death calls me straight.

Sorrow and tears have become my eternal friends,