My Poems are written straight from my heart, some are from the hardships I have experienced in my life, and some are from the inspiration of my two boys Matthew and Adam
A Broken cry of my heart
A Broken cry of my heart
You cannot hear the broken cry of my heart,
because my heart is a silent one,
full of pain and sadness, the sadness of rejections,
spilling out of this cracked jar,
avoiding the sublet of what should be done,
hidden behind a wall in a dark corner,
what has become of me?
What will happen when my jar
runs empty?
What will become of me?
By Sandra Warfield 11~21~06