Words from a broken mind

go ahead and laugh at the grey

colours of my words

yes they are broken

some letters are missing

yes they are misspelled

and you mock them every now and then

knowing not what they have felt

they are bruised

day and night they sank in the

hard rain of pain

stones and fists had them flying

over the cold shadows of winter

they flow from a broken river

i call my mind

yes i have felt fists and stones

been dragged through the ground

and beated up against the wall

and there you are laughing

yet you know not the taste of a single slap

never judge words from a broken mind

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This are the real words from my broken mind. I don’t know if  I should call myself a victim or a survivor of physical abuse – I will just say I am SURVIVING and my words are broken!

Brought to you by Sharon Mo!!!

My fingers breathe voices

​Yes sometimes I write about me

But I hardly write for me
I write for the silenced
Yes they can talk
They have words
But their voices life has captured and buried
Voices suppressed by pain and torture
My fingers talk on their behalf
They have beautiful souls
But life treats them like they are futile
Nobody cares how they feel
Every word I write
Is another sound from the ground
My fingers breathe voices
Voices surpressed by pain and torture
Every day you will find me rock bottom
Down on my knees
Digging the ground like a miner
I dig for gold
A gold that was called a coal
And deprived the chance to glitter
The broken that cry every night
But their voices never make it to the light
Their weeping, no one hears
I write for the silenced
My fingers breathe voices
Sharon Mo ©