Undone

I am found-I resisted. The voices have insisted. All that I’ve done. All that I’ve become. Beautifully broken is the heart. Alone and helpless, we start. Together we try and become. More than what can be undone. With broken desires we reach. In this darkness together meet. The more I hope-The more you try. Between these truths and wanting lies. Here and only here am I bound. You’re getting closer I am found. With crippled legs I try to run. More than us-We are undone.

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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