Broken

losing one's love and what one becomes. pantoum poem. honest reviews please

The broken surround me
Their hearts once overflowing
The mist of them is suffocating
Snaking around is pure sorrow

Their hearts once overflowing
Losing the ones that hold their hearts
Snaking around is pure sorrow
Silence surrounds them

Losing the ones that hold their hearts
Drifting softly into the golden leaves
Silence surrounds them
Losing themselves to the fog

Drifting softly into the golden leaves
You see them from a distance
Losing themselves to the fog
Soon to be empty

You see them from a distance
Pouring out the love in their hearts
Soon to be empty
Becoming one of no feeling

Pouring out the love in their hearts
Washing across their body is the icy numbness
Becoming one of no feeling
Muffling their feelings

Washing across their body is the icy numbness
The mist of them is suffocating
Muffling their feelings
The broken surround me