Broken

I smiled trying, when love came crying,

In a pool of tears I tried finding,

Where the mud I fell in I tried washing,

Soaked still in the thoughts of past dirt,

A fall from height in hurt,

A Brut drink I seek for these thirst,

Whiles wine mocks this journey I trek,

A dry throat I feels on this desert,

As pain care a hoot to the eye,

A debris of a heart kept for the next eye,

Where skeptic seek the reality in sight,

Joy remains a threat on the empty streets,

As the next stroll I'm taking with fear treat.

Broken