“Broken”


Poets love to obsess over the word broken.
I couldn't tell you why—
I mean, I do it all the time. 
It's a good word, I guess, but still—
They love the word
They love its rhymes
And its connotation.
Broken people! Broken glass! Everything, everything
Is broken. 
It's just a lovely way of describing things,
A sharp, cutting way of getting to people.
And it has a dark academia feel, which is really
An aesthetic that all poets aspire to (don't tell them
I told you so).
Still, the use of the word
Does not guarantee the aesthetic.
I think poets know that, because they
Overthink everything, really, and that's what poems
Are made of (I shouldn't have told you that, either). 
Thus I come to the conclusion
That poets obsess over the word "broken" for a reason–
That being a simple one.
The poets are broken inside. They are their own broken glass,
Broken poems, broken words, because only someone
So broken as this
Can write
Poems like these.

Silent Wolf

MA

19 years old

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