Where do all the broken people go? 

Like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces 

Never to leave the box

A beautiful solid oak door 

Whose key has broken in the lock

Those that live alone inside 

Even amongst their friends 

Who feel relief when darkness falls 

As another day comes to an end… 

 

Men that live amongst their children’s pictures 

Reliving memories of special days 

Like the mist that melts away 

Mothers who drink their tea alone 

Just waiting by the phone 

On a son that no more calls 

Too busy with his life…. 

 

All the broken people 

Keep marching on 

Like the legion of the damned

Facing battles everyday 

Alone they make their stand

Knowing the tide will always return 

To cover up the land

Yet they mask their hurt their pain 

For the sake of Man….. 

 

Mark C Bolton, January 2026

 

 

Cover image from burial.bandcamp.com