A Tale of the Broken

If I could talk to you now,

fix my gaze on your face,

or rest in your unwavering embrace;

I would never let go.

I wrote those lines again, for it being so dear to me.

This is a story of a broken man.

*** 

Lately the broken man has been living in his head.

Is it because the rest of him is dead? Well, he is dying for the truth.

Is there no way back from here?

Is there no one who would be pleased to meet the man and say “Pleased to meet you”?

Take my side,

take my hand,

say your prayers;

for I do not care, 

even if there is no way back from here

All his life he is searching for something, the something that leads to nothing.

The broken man is never satisfied, for when that something does comes around, it is taken away, leaving him with the feeling that he feels the most.

But then one fine day someone does calms him down, for she is a believer; Is she another one of the deceivers?

He starts to ponder on what should he do?

He feels that he can’t let it go to waste, because he loves the taste of the air that surrounds him.

But he can’t lie. Yes, he feels scared to open his eyes!

Cause, what is the point? Cause, what if he finds nothing at all?

She watches the broken man busy doing damage, instead of repairing.

And so, she says

Even diamonds can break down,

the weights may be keeping you down,

the sun may not shine that bright,

and the ground beneath may just be void of the light,

But please remember

for when the clocks will stop, it won’t mean a thing,

for when the bombs of glee will drop, it will silence everything.

Open your eyes, for the world is full of cheer,

for when your eyes will close again, the pain will disappear.

Please remember

It’s alright!

The broken man feels something inside.

“Is she someone to hold on to if I lose my grip?”

Will she be the someone that’s just what he needs? Another reason to bleed?  

But another one who believes, is the one to be deceived.

He has been there before.

Down on his knees, if he gets any closer, with him being opening up wide, letting her inside; there would be no saving him now if the sky turns pitch black, again!

Distraught and being afraid he replies:

Don’t say it’s alright, because it isn’t.

Easy for you to say,

Maybe, cause your heart has never been broken,

Maybe, because your pride has never been stolen.

Don't say it's alright,

cause one of those days your heart will stop and play its final beat!

The broken man bursts into tears. He realises that he has said something that he didn’t mean to.

His empty words made for hurting her; he took it too far, for she is gone, nowhere to be seen!

Trust me darling

I wish I could escape it

Wish I could erase it, make your heart believe;

For I wage my war on the world inside,

for I take those guns to the enemy’s side

Not to you

Please trust me, I wish you know, oh,

Please believe me!

He finds it hard to say that he wants to say the most. He finds it hard to tell her how he wants to run away, run away with her, for what he felt was different, different than ever before.

The broken has been scared of the unknown, but he does not want to be alone.

He knows it is out of his control, but he got to risk it all right now.

So, when he is walking out the leeway, hearing a faint voice telling him to turn around, he won’t back down.

Yes, that’s the reason to go, for the love would be just that he needs to live again.

Running for miles, when he finally reaches for her door, he would say to her

Wake me up,

for I am ready

But would she help wake him up from his terror?

Would she mend his broken heart?

*** 

The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell.

Cheers!