A Broken Vase

There is nothing left of me, exept this rotting shell,

There is nothing left to see, and not much left to smell,

Almost gone from a world I had no place,

Completely forgotten by a heart, I held no space,

This my final moment, the life fades from my eyes,

and its my chest and not my cheeks that bear the burden,

of a tearful heart that cries

by Phantom Anonymous

Comments (1)

Absolutely stunning write. Regards. Craig.