May 10 2011
A broken man
A Broken Man
As I look down at my self
I see a broken man
And I cry
I cry because
This once great man
Has fallen
He fell not by the sword
Nor the spear
Nor the arrow
Nor the bullet
He fell by love’s wicked hand
He fell because the one he loved
Ripped out his heart
A man who succumbed
Not to his baser instincts
But his heart
A man who gave his all
His entire heart
In which all he wanted was the same from her
A man who let love blind him
Which caused him to ignore his mind
A mind so Intelligent
That it foresaw this day
Yet nonetheless ignored
A man in his truest form
I can see the dark thoughts
See the revenge his fury shall place upon her
I can see his love begone, his mind devious, his heart dying the undead death
I can hear the serpentine words ushered from his mouth
Words that speak of deceit, cunning, and vengeance
I can hear the snake hissing curses
I can sene the hatred
Burning deep within his soul
A once pure soul Changing demonically
Yet through all of this I can feel his greatness
Unwilthered
I can feel him climbing out of the darkness
I can hear myself cutting the serpents tongue
I can sense my soul beginning to heal
I can see the light
Such a beautiful light
For I am a broken man
Yet broken I shall not remain
I refute it
I shall repair myself
And like broken glass remade into a beautiful mosaic
I will put myself back together
And this once broken man
Shall be one and whole again
$TrulyPoetic$
(4 votes, average: 4.75 out of 5)
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amazing!! this is beautiful. I was reading this while listening to say hello by rosie thomas (: i think everything is goig to be fine (:
Great Poem
All the power to you ninja:
nice one :whistle: