Broken

A Poem

Photo by Author Joanne Olivieri

There was nothing left but a pile of stones. Tears shed in grief hardening heartstrings.

Stones leaving my senses numb without feeling pain or anguish. Echoes of your smile pierce my soul beckoning to be seen, to soften the grief, to feel something.

Yet, the stone tears remain settled, dead. My heart a pile of rubble since you left me.

This is in response to Christine Graves prompt on Promptly Written

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