Broken Will

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BROKEN WILL

his mind has been long empty
staring out into this city
he thinks nothing more than this
what escaped him was bliss
if only his soul could stop thinking
and his heart could stop sinking
he'd be back on to the clouds
and hearing the sweeter sounds
but force has struck his down
he lives within this frown
nothing it seems can lift him up
he drinks from a lonely cup
caring not to even exist
he stares at his cut wrist
his will has gone and disappeared
all this he had never feared
he looks into himself again
only to relive the pain
he's depressed from all kinds
perplexion of the soul's mind

-poet Darka