Broken

A poem about my life

There is more to me than what meets the eye.
Broken and fragile, behind my anger I lye.

Without destination, confused and lost.
Tired of searching my heart exhausts.

I smile but ache as my heart truly is broken.
Such a big voice but so lightly spoken.

I have a will but can find no way.
In this misery forever I stay.

Happiness, a vision, but I am blind.
A creation flawed by poor design.

My life, a road without a name.
Numbed by the effects of cocaine.

This Road made of dirt, clearly a mess.
Love given but taken much more so than less.

When rains come my road fades into the earth.
My existence forgotten, empty is my worth.

As clouds clear a path slowly turns.
Lightning struck and all hope burns.

A product of abuse, I define neglect.
A mass production with major defect.

Sincere, honest, fake liar.
My soul melts into the fire.