Broken Hope

Half broken as i lay

with wind gushing through my wound

and blood gushing out,

I see images

dark and twisted

passages deep and narrow

with the only thing

to keep me company

is the light in my heart

and the dreams which are shallow

well cornered from one end

I bleed from another

camouflaged by the beauty

of the exterior

its the inside that needs mending

with pieces falling bit by bit

I reach out with ecstasy

towards my only hope left.