Poetry

A BROKEN WARRIOR By Omale Angela (Angiewrites)

Written by Editor

They say it’s pointless crying over spilt milk,
But all I have are these tears and pain,
Lately I have been feeling cursed,
My nerves always agitate,
The people I know have all disappeared,
My strength and support has gone from me,
Like I’m a dreaded disease to be far from,
The evil broke me at my happiest,
And left behind pieces of gloom and darkness,
People laugh and think me weird,
As I become a tale of depression and panic attacks,
I feel alone even when the room is crowded,
While they say your strange, get over it,
But their words are without actions,
Devoid of all forms of reassurance,
Why am I strange, is it because I struggle with pain?
Do you know the war within?
My mind which was an adventure and haven,
Has become a poison invaded by demons,
I write letters in my head to leave behind,
Though the evil has succeeded in killing my spirit,
I won’t give him the gift of my flesh,
I shall live as a walking dead,
Sitted by the table of broken survivors who daily struggle to live,
For this I feel, has become my curse.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.