Broken Youth Poem by kite remedy
Broken Youth
We're the broken youth.
No matter what choice we choose, it is not any good.
The reason we're here we can never reckon,
What if we say, 'we were blown by the storm? '
We're standing side aside looking to the sky,
waiting for the clouds if it ceases and fades.
But as the first droplets falling to our eyes,
where we'd be sheltered if the rain was great?
When the rain is turning, just into the storm,
we're still running, blinded by the wind.
Shall we keep the pace looking for a shield?
Or may we stop our feet and rest in our defeat?
But, we're the broken youth,
even if the storm shatters us for good,
we will run forward,
that's the way we should...
And since we're the broken youth,
we'll be hurt no more.
Since we are us,
we won't be any broken anymore..
so burn fight realize what you are dreamin never worry about whatever thank for the brave poem
Quite poignant! Take it that the youth with vibrant enthusism and energetic spirit can never be broken!
O so poignant. You have captured the substance of youth in context of the continual plight of facing the great rain. We all find ourselves broken, and hence, we all have wings to bring ourselves beyond the storm.....perhaps we cannot reckon why we're here, but there are indications that the storm of creativity may offer us a means of making contact with others who are awake and in beauty. And this may be the secret to it all...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 9:25:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thoughts of the young Muse. Good write