Broken Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

Broken

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Broken
Tears flood my eyes as I look back at my life; trynna calculate the many things lost through out life's journey; but my calculator seems to only report Syntax errors and though I parade myself from Monday to Sunday in these seven days I still lie weak; apparently my scars are bleak and the cloud of fear above me still lingers thick; Memories of pain from what wasn't but could I've been shoot straight into my brain, discombobulating the little sanity that lies therein; See! I once lost myself in this Euphoria, except good times only last for a while and the saddest take ages to end! Now since scars never mend; my heart, I never lend; so even though my shoulders are bulged; my chest huge and my voice is really loud; it's always my tears that get the last applause.. Tears flood my eyes as I look back at my life; trynna calculate the many things lost through out life's journey; but my calculator seems to only report Syntax errors and though I parade myself from Monday to Sunday in these seven days I still lie weak; apparently my scars are bleak and the cloud of fear above me still lingers thick; Memories of pain from what wasn't but could I've been shoot straight into my brain, discombobulating the little sanity that lies therein; See! I once lost myself in this Euphoria, except good times only last for a while and the saddest take ages to end! Now since scars never mend; my heart, I never lend; so even though my shoulders are bulged; my chest huge and my voice is really loud; it's always my tears that get the last applause...
Every time I wonder why I still hang ar

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