Broken Man Poem by Brayden R. Kennedy

Broken Man

I sit here on my broken throne of ash
I think of all my egregious sins.
All the times I was too brash.

It starts when the day begins,
After the sleepless night is done.
But I suppose, the battle will never be won.

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