During my time in Texas, I was associated with The Broken Hearts Club. Inspired by them, I wrote this poem, and created this painting.
Broken Hearts Club
We are the broken
All of us
Born into pitch darkness
Wrapped by a black pit blanket
Grime we dig ourselves in, and struggle to face
Please bring me to an escape!
His light shines
Golden rays
Hope exposing what we hold
A Broken heart
Cracked and cold
I see the burn, that still hurts
From when I seeked the flame, in that dysfunctional
Church
Don’t touch my brise
Its still tender and blue
From those words you swing at me
You so frequently use
It was your looks and strategic moves
That cut me and bleed me through
This old wound, healed
Itching as an evidence of my past
Following determined to forsake my present
With a haunting intact memory
I remember the choices I made
The self infliction
That toxic needle in my vain
A poisonous addiction
A chain that didn’t help me to refrain
But kept me a slave
A slave to my infirmities and deformities
A lie well played
This penetrating arrow
Piercing love full of sorrow
My closest friend
With her lips left me numb and hollow
I’ve been shot down and left for dead
My dreams flat lined never to resurrect
A thorn on my side
Or a ring of defense
I can’t concentrate with this stinging and prickling sense
A crown
On his head
My brokenness, transferred to him