A broken girl sitting on a broken chair
Typing on a broken computer, breathing broken air
With broken nails, and a heavy heart,
A broken nose and she’s torn apart.
Broken spirit, a broken soul
A broken laugh and a broken goal
Nothing to aim for, no one cares
Staying on the ground breathing broken air.
A broken country following broken rules
A broken bag carried by a broken mule
a broken girl with ragged clothes to wear
and crumpled on the floor she’s breathing broken air
Broken fathers with broken wives
Broken people trying to live their lives
A broken girl hiding upstairs
Sitting in the wardrobe breathing broken air
Broken families with broken glass
Broken houses and a broken vase
Cowering behind that broken chair
The broken girl, breathing broken air
Broken heads stay in broken places
Broken hearts that fill empty spaces
A broken girl, who’s now all alone
A broken girl, with a broken home.
What did you think
Comments
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not really, its more i was trying to describe the way you breathe when your crying, all fragmented and in little bits, 'broken air'
could be though. what i love about poetry, things can be ambiguous -
very good...
love the 'broken air' repetition, is it about peru? xx


