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
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Author:
John Alwicker (Pseudonym) (
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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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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