Broken Poem by CHIYTWO OLA

Lost the battle to glory
Stranded in the desert of thought
Wetting the soul with hurt
Admits mistakes you can’t give or take

Foe cry at your loss
Friends smile that you won
Both wishing the clouds for you
As though in thunderous lightning would they remain?

Hope dash the formula one lane
Solace drown with non-accomplishment
Smile and joy fade into forgotten wares
Depression smites as the only wear

Broken is the characteristic of great vault
Even when stolen and burnt, REGENERATE
For there is more good to come
Broken for the greater value to emerge.