Broken

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 13, 2018

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Sitting here,
I wonder why
I’ve failed at life;
why should I try?

My dreams fade
into the dust.
My heart aches
from broken trust.

I want the strength to carry on,
and not be tossed about.
To persevere and conquer all,
and live a life free of doubt.

But ‘No!’,
my lower self outcries;
desiring instead
to live in lies.

No more can Love
work through me;
no more does Spirit
consume me.

I’ve pushed back
and fled away,
giving up on
pursuing the way.

I want to go back
but I’m not sure how.
Everything in my life
is just so messed up now.

I want happiness,
but it runs away from me;
contentment,
an elusive memory.

So now I sit
and wonder why,
I’ve failed at life;
why should I try?

My dreams fade
into the dust.
My heart aches
from broken trust.

Broken promises
stare me in the face;
forever in front of me,
my failures and mistakes.

I want to run back
and be set free,
from the bondage
that entangles me!

But instead I sit
and wonder why,
I’ve failed at life;
why should I try?

My dreams fade
into the dust.
My heart aches
from broken trust.


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