Inside I'm broken, so many words I've spoken, so much blood I've poured, each time I've been stabbed by the sword, I have no strength inside, I have no pride, no path left to take, I'm being punished for my mistakes.
This doll is broken, as I write more of this poem, the leather is torn, it feels worn, I squeeze the doll's hand, she looks so bland, she keeps me safe at night, so I don't sleep with fright, her eyes beam, as I begin to dream.
The world is broken, inside I'm heartbroken, everyday is filled with violence, nights filled with quietness, people live with fear, the future seems unclear, will we survive, or will we just nosedive, straight down to the end, with nothing left to defend
This child is broken, their hearts frozen, their childhood gone, they no longer see the dawn, their imagination no longer used, their happiness removed, their world is no longer a safe haven, it no longer feels like heaven, just feels like a nightmare, just a life on welfare, everything left bare, nothing feels fair.
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PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
