"Fractured"
The kicks and punch were atrocious;
As man in ground fell unconscious;
My heart clenched at aweful scene;
He never fight, he never win.
In class he laughed in last row;
Smiles that showed no hallow;
His jacket covered the bruises;
But eyes showed pain the deepest.
I could see that he's injured;
But he acted light outside;
And I know that he's factured;
Shallowness he ought to hide.
If only he knew how I feel;
His strength inside I always awe;
The pain I always want to heal;
from every punch and every blow.
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"Fractured"
PoetryYou are hurt. You are alone. You don't see; We all know; How you feel; How you stand still; How you want be heal. A collection of poems for fractured hearts
