Battered soul

To live in the decay of 

broken battered hearts

is a leeching of hope,

a chronic blood loss,

a slow soul death, 

bright wonder

replaced with stone cold cynicism.

In this life, are we not always alone? 

we can try, try, try,

but in the end, 

are we not flawed broken things

trying to fly to heaven from hell

with no wings?

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