Broken
Old respite, I bid thee farewell.
I’m gone. To a place, I do not know well.
I broke my branch before I flew.
I’m not going back to the place we knew.
My old friend, I bid thee farewell.
Do not think my actions aren’t swell.
You may not recognize me.
I’m broken. In pain. And I bleed.
A pain I’ll need.
