Not what I saw in my head

In my heart my world screams,

For in my soul, it’s been broken.

By lives promises left unfulfilled.

As a child, I dreamt only of happy days,

rainbows, sunshine and butterflies.

Days with clear blue skies, bright smiles.

I never imagined pain, nor did I

imagine death or hurt  

bitterness that hunts ones soul.

Never had I thought nor did I wonder

where ones spirit lived, if it could be

extracted, if it could be bound or

healed after its been injured.

I couldn't perceive days, where lies

and pretence were the bases of

our conversations, where we long

for true acceptance yet hide

beneath shadows of ourselves.

Where love will never be enough

while understanding and happiness

are myths brought to you by the

channels of your mind, an epic mind

game no one ever wins.

So I pick up the pieces of my life, 

It makes no sense why the puzzles won’t fit together.

Beyond recognition or anything one’s mind could comprehend.

Broken beyond repair.

In my heart my world screams,

For in my soul, it’s been broken.

By life's promises left unfulfilled.

Author: Efe Eluma