How to love a broken heart

Searching eyes find only darkness
Fleeting shadows
Clouds filter all light in desperation
And you feel your way through
Through to the other side
Hold gently
This will be remembered
Accepting breath
Breathe
As you were given breath
Until the sun returns so slowly you don’t even seem to notice
First you feel it your chest
And then on your lips
A smile
A smile you feel 

It is as an infection 

It is a kind of magic

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By

Betty Generic

The storm

Part 1 

Angry clouds stir for the storm 

 I watch the sky in awe 

In the wind and lighting 

The twisting rotting limbs, Rip away 

What will remain? 

Empty buildings boarded up for the storm 

Left behind to be studied by archeologists and poets 

I know what the poets will say 

This is what happens when the world spins and spins and spins

And someone yells 

“Stop” 

 Part 2 

The world unhinged

There are no saints here 

Only remnants 

Statues and temples in ruin 

Heroes buried in sand 

All you have to do is listen to the wind 

Rome is burning 

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By

Betty Generic