Broken Man
I am the fury of anguish,
Screaming to the heavens,
Crying, dieing, I languish,
Lementing my concessions.
I am the wrath of scorn,
Embodiment of war,
Once whole, forever torn,
Survivor, washed ashore.
I am the passion of lust,
Razing cities for her touch,
Corrosive, patient as rust,
I'm the broken, she's the crutch.
I am the rage of love,
Blissful and ignorant,
Brought down from above,
Ecstacy belligerent.
I am the broken man,
Consumed by his emotions,
Without aim, sight, or plan,
Crashing in the ocean.
Copyright © Daniel Berg | Year Posted 2024
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