Broken hearts and lost souls,
companions of many I found in my travels
waiting for unknown destinies left somewhere
in books forgotten and old-
Ventures lived in minds slowly unraveled
waking up to empty beds full of despair.
I understand, you see
because they are me
I know well the stories told in whispers
and left abandoned in shameful halls,
wrong decisions exposing blisters
left behind written on walls
of rooms found, more of them
to this lie condemned-
Broken heart and lost soul
I am, or so I’ve been told.