Broken Poem by Karl Newton

In Japan
Broken objects are often repaired
With gold
The flaw is seen as
A unique piece
Of
The objects history
Which adds to its
Beauty

I broke a bone
It was my wrist bone
I got drunk
And I got loaded
A guys temper exploded
And in a drunken haze
The punch directed for him
Hit the brick wall behind
His head
My knuckles bleed
And the wrist
And thumb
Were broken

I broke a heart
I broke it twice
It's not something I'm proud of
And I regret it dearly
It was not very nice

I broke the law
Although for all the fuss it caused
I wish I'd done more
The crime was petty
If a crime at all
For all I took
They owed me a lot lot more
But there I was
Locked crazed behind a
Cop shop door
Arrested
In trouble with the law

I broke a promise
One I made to
Someone very dear to me
I let them down
And caused them misery
For that I'm sorry

Stay strong, stay positive, and never give up.