Dreams crushed and pulverized to the core
I walk alone on this path
broken and sore;
this emptiness seeps
loneliness sits neatly in my pores
Silence screams the loudest
at its core;
a flag stripped of its mast
I’m trying to gather the pieces of me
splintered and stuck in
hundreds of soul
faces– known to me
faces I ignore;
I unpluck and unclutch parts of me
lodged in all the bleary hearts
I once loved
to whom I bared my soul;
We, the broken
like a lost piece of the puzzle
always searching
always alone.
–Megha Sood
Inspired by Eric Syrdal and Jessica Nodarse
Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:
Megha Sood on Whisper and the Roar
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Thanks so much for the share,Christine
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Damn Megha!
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Thanks so much, Christine.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
At The Whisper And The Roar – a “We, The Broken poem by Megha Sood
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Thanks so much for sharing.Glad you liked it.
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You’re welcome
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Wow! 💘
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Thanks so much
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You are very welcome.
I love all the lines!
“a flag stripped of its mast”…amazing poem!
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Always searching … yes indeed
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Thanks Paul for reading.
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Most welcome Megha
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