Twisted, Yes I Was Broken

Twisted, Yes I Was Broken

A Poem by Dozzer

Looking through the broken vile,
Wishing all the while,
Lurking down that jagged mile,
Wasting away.

Twisted, yes I was broken,
Words were never spoken,
Wide awake but never woken,
Drifting away.

Can it be an aspiration,
Looking for the motivation,
Alarmed by the proclamation,
Casted away.

Forgotten like broken streams,
Broken like hopeless schemes,
Hopeless like all my dreams,
Fading away.

© 2008 Dozzer


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Added on November 6, 2008

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Dozzer
Dozzer

Crossville, TN



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I'm very poetic when my emotions flood my central cortex. My creativity comes from my emotions. I am very down to earth and very into spiritual things. I'm also a gamer and a computer nerd. I as well .. more..