
Brokenness



By Nikki Moore
The purest form of love
A paragon of virtue
Patience derived
From noble birth
And the world
Paid homage to your
Inner worth©
~~Nikki Moore

Beauty rest in the mind
Instinct to live free
Each moment
Each breath
Infinite pleasure
Pure and real
A treasure
For the ages©

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…..it consumes me
Each rousing breath
Invades my calm
Each moment spent
In your embrace
Pulls me deeper
In love©
~~Nikki Moore
She’s a happy person
Full of life and love,
She has experience the best
and finest things life
has to offer.
Yet at times
she writes from a dark place.
A life existed before and hands full of memories
pours out on paper
things she knew not.
She writes,
with thoughts folded up
on the inside
drawing from places her mind has never explored.
She felt the words
racing through her soul,
like raindrops
they flowed off her pencil
moving silently on paper.
Stiffen with tears, alive with hope,
bonded in love.
She writes,
stories after stories
stared back at her
searching her soul for answers©
~~Nikki Moore

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Abandoned in the shadows
Each falling day
Her will to survive diminish
The true seed of hope
Once planted in her heart
Perished©
~~Nikki Moore

When darkness rest upon our lips
And all hope seems lost
Who among us will stand up
And pay the cost
When sorrow fill our hearts
And grieve blocks our way
Will there be one faithful enough
To fight for us this day
Should I run and hide
As we die in mournful numbers
Or will the faithful
Stand up and remember
Remember the days
When the world stood strong
Believing that with God
Nothing can go wrong
Now I called the faithful believer
To stand up and be brave
To stop the plans of the enemy
And pull us back from the grave
~~Nikki Moore