I Am a Broken Man
Tears awaken me
from empty slumbers.
The thoughts of life and death
swirl in the emptiness of my soul.
I am a broken man.
Deep within in a pit of self despair,
drowning in a void of nothingness.
Little lights of friendly souls
whisper sweet nothings to my
hallow husk.
But is it enough?
No. For to a broken man
he craves and overdoses
on memories of happiness.
Then the pain sets in
for they are empty memories.
And then the tears awaken me.
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