Broken And Mended Poem by Eoin Brennan

Broken And Mended



Broken, he cries,
Struggles and dies,
Tears out his eyes,
Lord of the Flies.
Mended, he’s free,
No struggle to be,
Found what I need,
Safe to be me.

The long fight against pain,
Stood screaming in the rain.
Black heart begins to heal,
At the pure elation that I feel!
She came, she saved the day,
In the rain I hold her and sway!

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