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

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