Broken Men on Broken Paths

Hairbi

All along my broken path

Of time-worn friendships

And long-lost wrath

Are broken people

In broken homes

And these denizens

Of my broken mind

Cry endlessly, into the night

Berating me for old regrets

Not letting me forget old frets

These people are not welcome here

But here they stay

And stay right here

Along this broken path

Of some old crackpots head

Right where they belong

For I know not how to let go

I know not how to banish

I know not how to forgive myself

These long held on memories

Of times once had

Joys never enjoyed

Peace never found

Opportunities squandered

Hated people in hated homes

I try to break but are of stone

Stone tougher than me

Tougher than I know

Tough that hitting them hits me

Hits my friends hits me

When friends hit me

When friends leave me

When friends decide the stone

Is but feeble petty

When friends decide not

To lend a hand breaking homes

That my dear is when I’m hit

That is when my screams you hear

That is when my blood runs cold

That is when broken men win

  • Author: John Alwicker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2016 14:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: I realized I was turning emo when I realized that I had just spent 10 minutes writing 40 lines of introspective beat poetry.
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks HAIRBI for 40 very challenging lines of "Introspective Beat Poetry" Thanks for sharing ! "We all crawl a cracked and broken path ~ Confusion will be our epitaph ~ If we make it we can all sit back and laff ~ But I think tomorrow we'll all be cryin' " Yours BRIAN



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