My Broken Strings.

The golden threads,
the words unsaid,
the longing sighs,
the lows and highs,
the strong tugs,
the dainty shoves,
the lucky ravens,
the ominous doves,
as your fingers,
gently tug,
my life along,
slowly chugs,
like a lost train,
on a broken track,
I struggle to get,
everything back,
but it's hard to see,
it's hard to flee,
from the broken dreams,
and the bloody screams,
of the past that was,
of the broken glass,
that pierces me,
daily so deeply.