Like a broken guitar,
I lie mangled and overrun
In the labyrinth of life
Amid the sea of people.
My melody has fallen between cracks
As I gave myself to people
Who couldn't hear my music
My chords are broken
And I lie numb and soundless
Amid the charring noise
Seeping life out of me.
Like a lost child in a fair
I run from people to people
Asking countless questions
As the questions multiply manifold.
Defeated, I close my eyes
Listen to my heart beats in silence
My broken strings gently collide
I hear some music; faint and delicate
Perplexed, I take a deep look within
Where I find an ocean of melody left
Although I am apparently broken.
Linking my poem with Prompt Nights by Sanaa : That which we seek; deep within will find – “IDENTITY”