Broken Words.

What do broken bricks remind you?

What do broken houses remind you of?

Do you see history? Do you see dreams?

The past no one knows?

Do you see broken dreams? Broken homes?

Often I hear those half-life’s longing

desperate cries to look at them,

to rebuild them

or to destroy them to the ground

full and whole.

Ever thought that somebody

had sweat dropped,

had bloodstained their life to raise that wall?

Ever thought that somebody had

had a life, had

made a life under that roof?

I see stories in them at times

stories never told, never written

beautiful stories of mystical, mysterious past

stories that are never the same

ever-changing, everlasting stories

Do you wonder why nature lets them stand on?

ever thought that perhaps Mother Nature writes on them?

Like poems on scrap paper, like a sign

hardly noticed, but full of words.

I finally see what is meant to be seen.

I see thwarted efforts.

Remains of achievements.

Evolution of history.

I see broken words.