Broken Hearts

Written on the day a certain big brother of mine died. I’m sure he was your big brother as well. Or Dream guy. Or hero….

.

they are the broken boys and girls

scattered pieces of arrowheads

paths detoured and pot-holed

fractured homes and barren souls

mishandled by life’s hand

they litter our lives

because we misunderstand

castaways

discarded during raging storms

colorless, but beautiful

empty, but fruitful

seen, though invisible

*

we fill voids that pulse their malfunctioning hearts

and bring sunny days to moonless nights

awaken the lives of these romantic zombies

their illness cries out insatiable hunger

a pain that never subsides

it begs to be bandaged

blackness that could never be bleached

severed in spite of your face

run off despite your race

-this is the pain that kills-

pills fail to quell the ills

it sleeps with all who will hear its cries

where it resides until it dies

and we throw them to the waysides

*

they are the refused souls

trapped on the sidelines

misjudged, masked in joy

made jokes till they close their eyes

*

they are the broken little boys and girls

we left behind

Peter Pan punished

pretending to be immortal

cause he never grew up

our Prince of Pop prescribed

a life of longing for love

beyond death dare we part

like the armies of broken childhoods before him

it magnifies

blemishes

on our ability

to love.

*

“Broken Hearts: IM, Michael Jackson”

2009

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4 Comments

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4 responses to “Broken Hearts

  1. babyfromstkn

    …or Soulmate.

  2. Dawn...

    Beautiful picture. And poem. If you don’t mind, I’d like to share it.

  3. Mike Steele

    Frat nice work GOMAB

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