Broken

Broken He cared not that she cried for leaving, for loss of kinship she was grieving. Too cold to see she needed saving, he turned away, her soul enslaving. She didn’t know the pain would grow, engulf her heart- the killing slow. She, returning, hoped to mend the broken bridge that led to him. She found that time had not erased the cold indifference from his face. Her words fell lifeless-silent still, soon swallowed like a bitter pill. She-broken, weary, giving in; He-caring not it was the end. Cheryl KP Advertisements Continue reading Broken