Where Do They All Come From?

All penned up

The Lost Broken Bones
The Lost Broken Bones (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Under lock and key.The lonely people roam,

Wanting to go home,

But they don’t know,

Where they all come from.

Where do they all come from?

Broken hearts and broken souls,

Broken minds, and broken bones.

Where do they all come from?

I sit in my little room,

Thinking thoughts of gloom and doom.

I’m not like them, I don’t belong here,

My mind cracked, somewhat clear.

Stay in my little room,

Within my inner gloom,

But them?

Where do they all come from?

~ van ~

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