Broken

I hear a cracking sound and my mind always engages.

It is high pitched sometimes and sometimes it hushes inside a pillow.

Source of the sound is never found which excruciates 

a simpleton who every night becomes hollow.

I wake up and fuel myself with the exploits of the night before

and slowly smile to give my strength away.

The more we smile the lesser truth comes to shore

as eyes do spill the secret pathways.

Broken but yet to be shattered; Yet, I do say.

The more I try for my ambitions they penalize the audacity.

Yet, once again, I try to walk my preferred way

for I see a beautiful future in my vicinity.

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An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing poems and strumming chords. Come, let me take you to an alternate reality.

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