In that very hour
my world ended
The walls came crashing down
all the memories singed
around the edges
All the tears
poured to the ground
in a silent
vigil
for something
that had never existed
The reverie of
what I called my life
Dull little daggers
creating hairline cracks
in my very core
Weakening my soul
irrevocably
The weight
and pressure
are not even
something I desire
once more
I cannot say
what it is
i'm looking for
I am hurt
in need
you broke me
I cannot speak
I'm still broken
Alicya Trevor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yet-to-be-fixed/
