Broken Little Things

I wrote this while drinking. Surprise surprise.

We are broken little things
We wail for freedom while begging for chains
We crave love only to throw it away
We shiver from the loneliness
Yet we are none of us alone

We can only be happy in our gloom
We share our pain
In the hopes of touching joy
In dichotomy, we are whole

Come be my paradox in blue
Let our darkness merge to make light
To make axioms out of insanities
And fear into fellowship

Reviews

[frivolous treasures]

This was quite simply amazingly written...

"come be my paradox in blue
let our darkness merge to make light
to make axioms out of insanities
and fear into fellowship"

Brilliant! I love the first line of this stanza especially, but this was really a great poem. You wove your words together nicely.We may all be small broken things, yet we piece ourselves back together somehow, the cracks and chips showing the world who we really are. Maika'i no, great job!

[Hester Vane]

The language in this piece is exquisite! "Come be my paradox in blue", simply gorgeous!

[Kenneth Compton]

That's one of my favorite lines as well, I'm pleased you enjoyed them!

[Heather]

misery is great company. This is a really strong write, I love the language you used in this piece. We are all broken little things, such a great way to set the tone for this piece. Well done.

[Kenneth Compton]

I'm glad you liked it. Misery does indeed make good company. Lost and defeated souls still hold the hope that someday they will meet one that understands them, and through that understanding, purpose and joy can grow to overcome the darkness. Thanks for your insights my dear!