A Broken Name
A broken cry,
An unfinished name.
Why are we here? The pieces
In a mindless, cruel game.
The sorrow builds
To an unsurmountable wall of grief.
The tears brim and spill from our eyes -
This scream will not be brief.
They take their turns,
But will always be even.
In this game of no winners
But the merciless, bloodthirsty heathen.
We turn and scream
In the dark of the night.
There's nowhere to escape,
And no sign of an end in sight.
He calls my name from across the dark,
But is stopped half through.
My broken cry will last forever,
In the very heart of you.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2006
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