A DIFFERENT KIND OF BROKENA Poem by Evelynne Tionge
Glass shatters and so do dreams
oceans die when deprived of streams Even the sun hides and trees give no shade Like a pyramid card game without a spade Everyone breaks down at times Their pain costs not a kings ransome in dimes They head nowhere with their daily tasks Cladding their villany in virtuous masks My pain is fresher than the scars And i come upon no hope in the stars I possess a river of held back tears Beggoten from unelucidated fears A thousands holes cover my heart That has learnt so well to mask the hurt But if you look a little closer You will realise i do not have any closure I own nothing but a broken down soul Burried deep within a heart turned raw Helplessness lies beneath my twisted deeds And emptiness deep within my soul breeds I am a different kind of broken To the bottom of the end i have fallen I can not be repaired by a scalpel Nor revived on an alter in a chapel I am too far across the "no return" line The only sound left is my heart's flattline © 2013 Evelynne Tionge |
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Added on December 7, 2013 Last Updated on December 7, 2013 AuthorEvelynne TiongeLusaka, Lusaka, ZambiaAboutWriting poetry keeps me sane. It is the blessing from all i have had to endure. more..Writing
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