Broken

I fear something has broken.
Something quite deep within me.
I have no desire to find
What exactly it could be.

I fear something has died.
Its death filling within me.
It cannot be my pride,
Surely not my vanity.

Perhaps memory’s token
Has finally shattered.
I do wish things like that
Never, ever mattered.

Perhaps it is empathy
that never fails to depart,
Perhaps it is the will to hope,
belief, or simply the heart.

But something has broken!
I’m sure! That much I know!
But I am too tired now
To be bothered anymore.

Hoax

Life robs you of joy, of hope, of hunger;
It never stops taking;
And the heart never dies,
Although it silently keeps on breaking.

One brings you to the precipice of faith
And prevents the fall;
The other gifts feeling
And then asks you to surrender it all.

Dramatic

Let’s be dramatic: I am furious.
Torn apart by those who should care –
Either by love or indifference –
It’s getting too much to bear!

I expect to love who do love;
But I end up with those who hurt –
So pain is another form of love:
Does it prove how much love’s truly worth?

I want to scream, I wish to escape,
I want to be rid of this colossal dead weight,
That oppresses my should-be, maybe soul,
While time puts it in an unending wait.

For what reason? Leading to what end?
What use the lover? Where is the friend?
How am I alone in such bitter cold?
Why must suffering gain this much hold?

Why cannot people be a bit kinder?
Why cannot love be a bit blinder?
If I do not release this anger soon,
I’ll end up crying, dramatically dying.

But do not deign to offer me hope;
Because that’s the biggest liar here;
He shelters such expectation,
Which commands me to kneel and adhere.

I have seen differently,
I have felt the opposite,
Disease surrounds his being,
Corroding all around bit by bit.

Metaphysical thought can go take a leap!
I am sick of knowing how Karma multiplies!
And though I squeeze hope by the throat,
He thrives and my anger wantonly survives.