Broken

A Poem by Ib*

An expression in words of a broken heart.

　

Broken

I held my head in my hands,

A desolate expression on my face,

My heart rate was going down,

And no happiness on my face.

The shattering experiences,

The ever long grief,

The life of a burglar,

The life of a thief.

I questioned myself,

What have I done?

To all that was happening,

And all that was to come?

All dreams are gone,

All friends are lost,

Is this what I had intended?

And was it at this cost?

No, this is not what I had asked for,

This isn’t my token,

What do I do now?

Everything is broken.

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