broken me

a heart broken man poem

Broken me

 

Chained to the pain, it’s hard to move on

Tried to let it rain, but had to act con

Why does it have to be me?

Whilst thousands still have smiley-faces.

 

With inner voice shouting loud now,

I’m only left to wonder where has it been before,

Before I got wounded, bruised and abandoned

When I needed an adviser to give advice

Where was it before?

When I was fooled and blinded with lies,

And empty promises promised at every minute.

 

Look now,

I’m turned into just a puzzled mirror,

Left with thousand reflections,

But none from the thousands

Showing a way forward only my bad pasts.

 

One asking why I chose this over that,

Well choices were optional back then,

But now only tears turn to be my best choice,

Maybe it’s me

Maybe I should’ve pick-pointed the other way,

Maybe I should’ve even invented my own way,

But how would I known the end point of it all,

But I guess its useless now,

Because the broken mirror can never be puzzled again,

Only what’s left is the broken me…

 

By: DOKASH SIBUSISO HLEBELO

 

 

Reviews

[lostnstars]

I love the flow of this writing. Wondering and asking yourself in the first stanzas, then answering it with a lot of "maybe's" because all you know is that you're lost, and broken.
I'm glad that you wrote your sadness off, it always becomes a beautiful piece.

Please keep on writing :)
-lostnstars x

[dokash hlebelo]

thank you G, much appreciated