Bro-Ken …

The atmosphere is shrouded

The memories, like moving pictures

I wade through every time I stand

My tears go uncontained

The egos which push me down

So they can feign;


It is my candle of strength

Knowing the truth

A flame they want to destroy,

To steal the light of day;


I hold the hope,

Others will not betray me,

Like the dears I lost because of my naivety

To trust.


(c) 2017