Broken

Shara Massey

There is a place were people are broken.

Brought so low they can not stand against fear.

Broken down in the depths of hell

And trod on by blackened hooves.

Spit on to quench there thirst.

With the shout of green skinned demons in there ear.

In the night they dream of home.

That dream so sweet it is torture.

It is said they will be better for it.

The end will come with a new day

But in there soul the hell remains.

A forever reminder of the flame.

Published by Shara Massey

Born and currently reside in Pine Bluff,Ar. I am 28 years old. I co-own and operates my own construction company.I am a thinker and a dreamer.I Have varied intrest and much to write about because I have an o...  View profile

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