Broken English

Tell me, do you know the cadence of the defeated?

A cry-colored deep blue,

A whimpering of the soul,

Words worn thin from weariness,

Have you heard how their howl trembles with a stuttering tempo.

Tell me, do you speak the tongue of the broken?

The language of the languished,

Connotations steeped in the negative,

Have you heard how broken spirits chant hymns of sorrow?

Listen and you’ll hear them.

They’ll tell you of the by and by of some day

Praying one day

That they may dictate their defeat

To those who would pay heed.

Posted In

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s