I see myself, a broken thing, <br />A sunken bird whose voice won’t sing. <br />In dreams and hopes I lack so much, <br />A jagged heart too sharp to touch. <br />A mind that has no thoughts and eyes without sight, <br />Hands that can’t hold and a heart whose beats aren’t right. <br />I see myself, a broken thing, <br />A sunken bird whose voice won’t sing.<br /><br />Nora Griffin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-thing/
