The Broken Man

The broken man,
Down and lost,
His sandals splitting,
His trousers torn,

The defeated bow
And the clasped skull,

His loose tongue
Wandering in circles,

And then sadness;

Unravelling his life
To anyone who’ll listen,
Piecing together his downfall,
Fighting his thoughts
And battling tears.

Injustice curdles
As the night drifts by,

And as the stars
Try to shine
And offer
Hope in the sky,

A silence descends
Ushered by why?

2 Responses to “The Broken Man”

  1. love the word flow…

    powerful poetry.

  2. Thanks Lexi – glad you enjoyed it 🙂

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