Broken: A Poem For A Troubled Soul

Sometimes what we hold onto can slip out of our hands like it never existed. It hurts that what meant the world to us suddenly become a ghost of itself. We are left broken, bittered, and battered, and it seems as if the world is Against us.

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All that's left are broken pieces
All memories washed away
Flooded in the oceans
No traces are left behind, just pain and misery
Scattered in the garden that once meant a lot to us

You've become a shadow of yourself
A wolf in sheep's clothing
You played the card well
Like a pro in casino
Blinded by the glittering eyes
I fell for your lots

Enchanted by your divination
I became a fool to every word you said
Here am I, broken, bittered, battered
I never knew I've lost you long ago
Until it was completely broken

Like a mirage was my existence
Lost and disoriented
I drunk myself to stupor
Yet the liquor couldn't wash away the pain
I hope, I could only hope that the pain will wash away
Forever and not be remembered



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this poem resonates with different shades of despair. Your pen game is solid

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Thanks brother, still learning how well to pen down poem especially

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