WE ARE ALL BROKEN
We:
Are all broken into brittle blazing portions,
Scraps of our leftovers lurch in torments;
At the doom hung at the heaven of our heart,
Pieces of our torn souls stitched up with time,
With time they will stop bleeding like a beggar's sore.
I:
Was shattered by the falsetto of the humans,
Their rhythmical voices became my muse,
My shore stranded because of starvations,
I needed a hand to pull me out of my puddles,
But I was scratched with claws crawling out of a friend's hands.
You:
Used to be crushed along with your traumas,
You can arise like a Phoenix from Ashes, yes!
I see HOPE surging inside of your essence,
You can heal from these old scars scrawled on your soul and spirit.
©DECHOSEN1
POET: OWOEYE TAIWO BISOLA
Sweet poem for strong hope
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