Broken Shadow

As the shadows kiss my skin, they call,

Beckon as I lose it all.

The light fades from fingertips,

Hope from sight, slips,

Ice pierces to adorn cuts,

Furrow in scars’ ruts.

Blind, deaf, and dumb,

Is a body frozen numb,

Too weary to speak,

Brave yet weak.

I hold to something,

While embracing nothing,

But emptiness,

Broken dreams to miss,

Wondering where my hope died,

Leaving me empty inside.

Re-kindle the ashes,

As the monster clashes,

With my heart,

And offer up a brand new start.

*This poem was written when I was a child. Out of respect to the girl who wrote it, I will not change or edit it. I trust that she knew what she was doing and what she wanted to say.*