BROKEN
<p>Broke.....
Broken is the heart!
The body!
The mind!
Like a toy out of childhood anger. We sometimes throw life away.
Love and pain. Throwing a wench across the room in fitful anger.
In fear. In pain. In death of love.
Walking home in the rain again.....Is it home?
I never made it home, Or did I?
“Home is where the heart is”I read that once. I don’t know where.Maybe on one of those inspirational paintings about Jesus? Maybe an advertisement making me get a mortgage?Where is my heart?
It’s in my chest silly Billy, but not really. It’s scattered among the stars That I cannot touch no matter how much I reach.
Walk. Walk. Walk.
In the rain searching for that heart so that maybe I can love,,,
NO!
So that someone will find my heart beating for them.....</p>