Broken
Broken,
Am I,
The one who is lying,
As though dying,
Trying to find a way
Out of the mess that I made.
Broken,
Is the one who
Always fixes,
The one who realizes
That nothing is new.
Broken,
Am I,
The one who tries,
Tries hard to find and hold on
To these things that will not hold.
Broken.
Am I,
The one who is calling
When things are falling
Apart?
Broken.
Am I.
Broken.
Are we.
Broken
When we lean against one another
When Mother and Father
Both go against each other.
Broken.
Am I the one who
Always fixes this
Disembodied piece of broken-ness?
Broken.
Am I the one who
Always mixes this
Sweet aroma of pleasure?
Broken am I
The one who tries,
Tries as though dying
Dying to find a way out of this mess that I made.