Broken

I have been broken Like a man left without a token Staring surprisingly at the cruelty Melted out on my fragile soul. Here in my solitary state I try to patch up my heart's pieces To forget about the pains And let tomorrow heal the scars left by yesterday. Broken! Like a marooned sailor Broken! Like a traveller in the desert Broken! Like a lover rejected by a loved one Broken! That's simply the words that escaped my lips So I watched the wind blow the dust on my face And yearn so much for a saving grace. Helplessly I wandered like a raging spirit In shackles of emotion I staggered all along. Oh! I look shabbily claded And the hair on my head seems overgrown. This look, like that of a taunted soul So devastated, crying out foul. They are the traumas of being broken Left to the cruelty wrapped in mortal flesh. Trampled upon by hatred of men Sent down to languish in a disastrous den. Broken; like a building shaking to its core. Left with body and soul to carry on. Staggering helplessly for someone's arm to lean upon.