Broken
One punch two punch, bones shattered
Like a life full of empty promises that didn't matter.
Broken wings that won't fly
Dispirited moments of no reasons why.
Like a captive exile hastened to be free
Like a self enrolled prisoner given no hesitation to be free.
Broken glass spreads the ground
Heavy chains and spares keeps me down.
Emprisoned in the mind of guilt and hate
Embodied by anger and intimate fate.
Alone by the actual vision of sight
Surrounded by demons in the hell of night.
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