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Broken

Poetry

 

I search I look 

I can’t find the right place 

All because I had a broken compass

 

That’s what got me here 

It got me lost

I need shelter 

 

I can’t think about it

I don’t want the trauma 

I don’t want the pain 

 

I drop to my knees

The tears roll down my cheeks

Off my chin 

 

I am swimming in a river 

Im full of fear 

I’m so scared 

 

Where do I go from here 

Do I get to be happy 

Have a family 

 

Can I be myself 

Will I still be broken 

Before I get there I will tape myself together  

 

They cut the tape

Then add some glue 

How long will this glue keep me together 

 

  • E.R.M