Broken – Poem #29

Broken – Poem #29

17/08/2019 0 By GlennThomas

They want to hear a broken a heart
A distant past
A sense of humour in a mirthless laugh
 
They want the pain and regret
The phlegm from my chest
Words spun from whisky and cigarettes
 
They want bitterness and sin
A guilty hand on her innocence
And a twisted love story to witness
 
They don’t want poverty
Equality
Or a fight against a corporate monopoly
 
They want to cry
But they don’t want to fight
They want to read
And hang on the words I write
 
They don’t want dying children
Shallow graves and ill-treatment
If I speak out and they’ll call it treason
 
They want peace and love
They need to hear it, eat it up
Believe and achieve in a perverted lust
 
But they don’t want to know it doesn’t exist.