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The Broken Poet Sep 2016
I listen to the typing of words
The bleeding of emotions
Filling their empty screens
Words that cannot be said
Are typed to form a story
That hides our emotions
In simple words and periods.
It's a story of a man
Who dived too deep
It's a story of a life
And wonder and heap
It's a story of a mystery
And junk to sweep
It's a story of music
That puts you to sleep
It's a story of a journey
With tears that seep
It's a story of memories
Force you to weep
It's a story of a turtle
With dreams to leap
It's a story of everything
But nothing to keep
© Copyright
Abdullah Ayyash
May 10th, 2016
The Broken Poet May 2016
I wondered
how could I
possibly be
loved when
I don't
even love
myself.
The Broken Poet May 2016
You
I wish I could fly
into the moonlight
only the moon to kiss
as the stars look on
and the sun weeps.
The Broken Poet May 2016
My body is weak and limp
I may put on a facade
But I am vulnerable
I cannot hold my own
Though I try.
Just for once
I want someone to care
And hold me
To know I'm
Anything but okay
As my body shakes
And trembles
With the demons
Trying to escape
But I must sustain them
Lest the world know
The truth.
The Broken Poet May 2016
I like to contemplate
the very existence
of all foundations
until I wonder
my purpose,
if there is one
or was I a mere mistake
of a sandstorm
formed without authority
from a breath of fire
with icy, cold hands
eyes as coal
with no glint of humane.
The Broken Poet May 2016
I grew up too fast
never knowing what
it's like to live free
I'm a teen
who is young
but I have
a foot in the grave
why do I feel so old?
my prison guards
won't let me go
in fear I'll ***** up
in their ways
like they did
when can I go?
I sit here
wishing to be gone
wishing to be alone
wishing to be free
when are they gonna realize
I am not them
I wish I could make mistakes
fall and bleed
until my lungs fail
I am being watched
by the spectators
never being unchained
I am not them
yet, they fear I will be
their burdens and mistakes
are mine to carry
in fault I just might
I can't wait to run away
with their heads to the side
and never look back
I just want some space
to be free and think
******* freedom
is all I ask.
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