Broken - Poems of the lost soul

 

What broke? Was it me?

Or was it my soul?

Was it my dream? 

Or was it my goal?

Where do I start?

Where can I end?

Where was it again?

Where is the plan?

Does it have a start?

Does it have an end?

It is going ever and ever,

Did it even begin?

Where is the fault?

Who to put on blame?

Was it the living?

Or was it the dead?

Am I even sane?

Was it the Fate?

Or was it the Divine?

Or is it the Devil?

Making me blind?

I prayed to God,

I begged the Devil,

Nothing changed.

Nothing healed.

I changed my way,

Changed my will,

I did good deeds,

But fate wasn’t pleased.

I choose to accept,

I choose to endure.

I shackled my arms,

Like slave to be sold.

I tried to run,

I tried to hide.

Nothing changed.

Just pain is eating my mind.

Nothing can change it,

Nothing can heal.

Nothing I can hold.

Nothing I can feel.

Everything is broken.

Everything is bland.

I can’t see, I can’t feel,

I am just broken.

This has no end.

This has no start.

It’s doing it’s job

Tearing me apart.

So am I broken?

Am I whole?

Do I have a mind?

Do I have a soul?

Do I have logic?

Freedom? Or choice?

Then where am I?

Where do I stand?

Why did I start?

Why can’t I end?

Will I be free?

Will I stand?

So let me hope.

Let me dream.

It may be false.

But it’s already extreme.

So why did it happen?

Why did I cry?

I may know the answer,

Even if I don’t know why.

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