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Jonathon Broughton Poem
take my soul and crush it...
like you do... every day...
You've never looked so beautiful as your figure walks away
the sad screech of my broken heart as it ceases to play
you took me along for the ride of a lifetime,
only to throw me away, every single day,
and it is a crime, without reason or rhyme,
to push me along with your toxic logic,
abandoning me again with an afflicted soul,
and my heart doesn't know
that it is your toxic logic that twists me up inside
brought on by your reign, and I can't recall my name
Once again in my little hell, all by myself,
my very essence betrayed, is there any more to tell?
Lie after lie has fooled me, but now I'm done
But I still love you, so my pain is far from done.
You think that I'm inferior to children, that you can't talk to me,
though I've been here since day one, why can't you see?
that my existence is for you, and no one else,
and the sickest bit of it
puts me in a rage... and i try to turn the page...
But I'm trapped in your toxic logic,
abandoning me again with an afflicted soul,
and my heart doesn't know
that it is your toxic logic that's killing me inside
brought on by your reign, overwhelmed by pain
I see the world in black and white, no color left for me,
I gaze across the room, and what do I see?
I see yet another soul about to be ensnared,
by this predator, but I simply don't care.
I lost a part of me, and it used to let me love,
But it has been snatched from me by this uncaring troll,
and here I am, an empty vessel of defeat.
I simply don't know, I truly have been beat.
But as I retreat... from anger flows heat...
Seared by your toxic logic,
abandoning me again with an afflicted soul,
and my heart doesn't know
that it is your toxic logic that branded me inside
brought on by your reign... damaged by pain...
The last tether to you broke, I'm free at last.
an empty part inside remains, holding me fast.
I sink to my knees as the vacuum in my soul starts to shrink,
loving you brought me to insanity's brink.
I slowly raise my head... and gaze ahead...
No longer captive to your toxic logic,
that abandoned me with an empty soul,
and my heart now knows
that it was your toxic logic that tortured me inside
under your maniacal reign... which gave me nothing but pain…
Copyright © Jonathon Broughton | Year Posted 2012
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Jonathon Broughton Poem
What lies hidden
beneath that gaze?
I look upon my canvas, and see
what is portrayed.
A completely altered, grotesque
image painted in a craze
I look upon the artist and am
betrayed.
I hold my photograph next to
this doppelgänger falsified,
I sense the calamity closing in
to see this vague reflection,
into stone, petrified
then I see that people confirm
that mirage, uglier than sin.
Don't you remember who you
saw yesterday?
Why is it so easy to fall into line
and agree?
The mob mentality
condemning, all on one's say.
Take your own look, for I am
not that monstrosity.
Actions speak louder than
words? Nay.
Words speak twice as loud, and
reach thrice more.
They paint a picture not nearly
true. Nay,
These rumors are artists
entirely of false lore.
your images damage, conquer,
and maim.
I tire of your insignificant
game.
I want my image on the canvas
to be the same
As my photo. Not this
caricature that brings me this
shame...
Copyright © Jonathon Broughton | Year Posted 2012
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