Broken Tales

Broken Tales

I know the tales of broken voices,

Gleaming with pain, weaving anguish.

 

I know the tales of broken fingers,

Worn with slavery and servitude.

 

I know the tales of broken legs,

That had once grazed sere, unpromised fields.

 

I know the tales of broken hearts,

Shattered into zillion fragments.

 

I know the tales of broken minds,

Walking hand in hand with crazed heads.

 

I know the tales of broken futures,

Soaked in blur and doubts.

 

I know too many broken tales,

Too broken to be told in whole with my broken mouth.

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