Broken

BROKEN
 

by R. W. Duvall

 



I am broken and tired.

My muscles ache and my joints are sore.

Energy that once filled me as a young man is gone.

Exhaustion numbs my body and mind.

 

I am broken and tired.

The tonic of escapism is gone.

The nectar will kill me if consumed.

While destruction solves nothing, could it bring peace?

 

I am broken and tired.

A once vibrant mind and intellect has vanished.

Creativity, motivation, accomplishment mean nothing.

A thoughtless, empty shell I have become.

 

I am broken and tired.

Where once a lively spirit thrived,

Now a soulless zombie lives.

Hope is the luxury others have but is distant from this being.

 

I am broken and tired.

From father and husband to cad and failure.

I tried to do my best but seem to have disappointed all.

I give up trying to achieve bliss.

 

What is to become of a creature such as me?