Broke and Broken
Left cold, broken and bruised
In the dark hands of the night
The moon setting behind me
Completely dimming my light
Stuck in my space in the universe
Feeling I don't weigh enough to matter
Like trying to stop a nose bleed
I keep my head up, but it gets harder.
I stay warm through summer days
And fight winter wars every single night
Learning that nothing is really absolute
'Wrong' was once accepted as 'Rights'.
Life's rough, feelings bleed to death
Fighting for all the love you've lost
It's a battle being broke and broken
I'll take that penny for my thoughts.
_ Rowland Howells Ibifiri Orumbie
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