The Harm

The Harm

The Harm is unpaint
The Harm is unwanted
The Harm is Unexpected
The Harm is Sadiness
The Harm is Silence

As I sit here in Silence,I wonder to myself,
What has become of thee,
Why? Has this Harm come for me
Why? Is it wanting my Soul,

The Harm is be-little
The Harm is words
The Harm is unspoken Words
The Harm is Chains

As I sit here in Chains,I ponder
Has the Harm really,come for me,
Has the Harm of words,taken my mind
Has the Harm taken my life.

Harm, What has become of thee.Harm,
Show Me How to Unbreak thee.Harm,
Show your Soul to me,Harm,
You are unwanted Pain,

As I sit here in Darkness,
I ask, Of you Not to Harm My Soul.
For she is *Broken*

© 2008 by N.L