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.