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By: Florence Mwanza (This was one of my older poems from early 2025!)
A broken heart
Some broken bones
What difference does it make?
Your still alone
An empty room
Filled with sobs
Why call out for someone?
No one will come
Is darkness a friend or a foe?
Brings comfort and then brings despair
Is lying something controlled?
Or is it a pain that you have never known?
A broken heart
Some broken bones
What difference does it make?
Your still alone
A school of kids
Friends all around
What difference does it make?
They’re all just fake
You open up
No words come out
What was the problem?
No one cared
In the back
You follow the crowd
Why was it sad?
Well, nobody knows
It’s like a stream at midnight
Cold with unsuspecting enemies
Do they all know the truth?
Do they care about my emotions?
Do they care about all the pain?
An empty room
Filled with sobs
Don’t call out
No one will come.
love,
flora
I love this poem 🩷