The Broken Ones

They water us 

and claim it love

Our heads bob

and slip under

Drowning in their love

We learn to breathe 

under water

Our bodies

saturated in their love

Constant torture

Disguised as love

A calculated distraction

A conscious diversion

Bruised and battered

Crumpled bodies

Unable to move

Surrounded by darkness

A comforting darkness,

Almost friendly,

The closest to kindness

we've known

And they are watching,


Malevolently salivating

for their finale

All look to our soul

To its waning flame

That refuses to be


Our flame,

Our soul

Still remains

Despite it all

That light inside us

Mocks them

and their entire 


We are not

the broken ones

We are the survivors

The Warriors