Damaged.

​I am a torn down paper

Crushed and pulled apart.

I am a fallen leaf on the pathway,

Trodden and put to grave. 

I am the molten lava that’s stoned, 

Ugly and dark with frozen hard bones. 

I am  an empty container disposed,

Rejected and distort. 

I am a colourless flower

With roots devoid of love.

I am a storm that never surfaced, 

A battle no-one fought. 

Cold and silent, 

I am inhuman with no emotion left.

I am a promise unkept, 

Damaged and infected.