Are the Broken
Always unconsciously
Attracted to the broken
Anywhere
I was once asked
Is it simply a
God-given token
To find
Old worn emotional gates
Which must be willingly
Reopened and walked through
To help others endure
New or old
Demons
Which
Must be conquered
For a new lover's
Or friends
Salvation or redemption
Before they die
They persisted with their questions
Is it how
they'll find
Strength
Through
Late night prayers
To eventually rise
Above all the labyrinths of self imposed lies
Is that why the broken
Just love the broken
I answered
Behind all those silent lines
Hiding behind so many well worn masks
Those that seem to know each other in the bustling crowds
Wherever they are
Maybe always hear
The same tragic love poem of the Broken
Called Emotional Pain
Copyright John Duffy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem