BROKEN

<p>Broke.....

Broken is the heart!

The body!

The mind!

Like a toy out of childhood anger. We sometimes throw life away.

Love and pain. Throwing a wench across the room in fitful anger.

In fear. In pain. In death of love.

Walking home in the rain again.....Is it home?

I never made it home, Or did I?

“Home is where the heart is”I read that once. I don’t know where.Maybe on one of those inspirational paintings about Jesus? Maybe an advertisement making me get a mortgage?Where is my heart?

It’s in my chest silly Billy, but not really. It’s scattered among the stars That I cannot touch no matter how much I reach.

Walk. Walk. Walk.

In the rain searching for that heart so that maybe I can love,,,

NO!

So that someone will find my heart beating for them.....</p>