Broken

Broken is the dust,
Consumed by mortal rage;
A shadow rapt with lust
For the sins of this age.

Broken are the lies
Which feed my barren soul,
That I only despise
For I long to be whole.

Broken in my mind,
The truth is always bare.
With no hope to find,
I can no longer care.

Feel my senses drown
In an ocean of deception.
Of my memories profound,
I bear, but, broken preconceptions.

By,
Nikhil Menon