Walking the Broken Road

Broken Road

I was royalty
Then you bent me so far
I ended up impoverished
Dragging my tattered gown
Biting a bloodied lip
And wiping a dirty face
You liked the rust and lace
As the wind caught my hair
But it faded to gray
As did I
Now there is nothing left of me
But a whisper
The grit in my toes
Reminds me of you
Where I have been
Feeling so unclean
In need of sanctuary
If only to bathe
And to rest my weary soul
If only to stumble
From this broken road

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on November 13, 2015, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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