PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

stuck in this cycle, this unending repetition

of hopes and dreams, and great ambition

dashed to pieces, broken down

scattering parts of me all around

pieces of me, some here, some there

none together, in disrepair

all together, they make a whole

but always fall, into a hole

and see that the light is so far away

so far from today.

so far,

you are.





broken pieces of broken me

wonder what will come to be

will someone come and help me out

or will I be able to deny this doubt

that clouds my mind, and makes everything look

so far away, so out of reach of this crook

this thief, this rouge, this vagabond

is homeless, and helpless, without a bond

to tie him to anything in life

so dispassionate, so disassociated, so distant

no rhyme or reason can find me here

lost, alone, vacillating between broken and fine.