Broken

Poem about when everything seems to shatter and break

Time does not stop
Today I learned this
As glass shattered on the floor
As my heart was pounded with an unforgiving fist

Broken, that is my name now
It may as well be
As I pick up what’s left over
As pain is all I can see

I cannot hold this up
The weight of the sky
As I strain my muscles to carry it
As everyone else walks by

Words do not form
My voice is a soundless instrument
As internally I scream
As it is a loss for the innocent