Scott Ransopher

BROKEN

Every day there are new broken dreams and hopes,
Killed by he can’t and you can’t.
Broken hearts and ambition line their minds,
Like clouds line the sky,
Left there to refer back to as another failure,
In the great Sea of Failures “Life.”
Stored in the back of their minds like wounds to the skin,
And absorbed by their dying soul.

written 1999

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