Broken- A poem by my daughter Parya Ariyan

A poem by my daughter Parya Ariyan

Broken

In The night,
She weeps and Sorrows,
Cries big rivers of blistering blood,
Digs real deep,
Until pain can be found,
Then sleeps long sleeps,
Of dead less winds.

Then in the morning,
Shes awoken,
By the deadly heat of the Deadly Sun,
But still she’s half dead,
From all that she has done.

And all because,
Of one tiny thing,
Her heart has been Broken,
And now so has she


Parya Ariyan
5/01/08 London
1:00 am