Broken Man

I am the broken man.

Behind the colourful mask, the one with the fake smile.

I am the broken man.

The blank stares that looks at nothing.

i am the broken man.

Too many feelings, too many thoughts, not enough time.

I am the broken man.

Pulled into a pit of despair, the descend from hope is steep.

I am the broken man.

Hands reach out, but only grasp into empty air.

I am the broken man.

There is no blame, there is no progress.

I am the broken man.

Silent cries that never reach their ears.

I am the broken man.

The clock doesn’t tick, it’s hands lost to total entropy.

I am the broken man.

The stars are cold and distant, the flame is dim and frozen.

I am the broken man.

Before the void closes in, a final glimpse back.

Tears the blur the sad and downturned eyes, a farewell without any words.

I am broken.