broken words

the flowing tears
as i write the broken words
they cut like a sword
i am floating away
from who i am
who i was
lost within this paradise
of torn hands and feet
shallow pits in graves
narrow boulders pushed
and shoved and heaved and,
touched.
Not by a simple stroke but instead
a sweeping weapon of justice
for there sits a throne of thorns
blood-stained and cursed with hurt
this isn’t my place to be
i am not meant to heave
so heavily and deeply in this panicked state
my mind is just an endless war
filled with a sea of sorrow
remaining hollow naught for one thing
a yearning dream
to escape these shackles
i am bound to those broken words
my feet etched into the ground
my love crashing like a plate
my will broken and my future stolen