Deformation Of The Broken – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO Written by Matthew Tonks I spat, while you hit back, a broken window to the soul, eyes not open, stolen not sold, we give the key, yet there is no door, woken but asleep, the dying eyes of a mirrored image, lost to me, I am incomplete… Share this:TweetEmailShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ