Broken Toys

Take a look around you at these people in their seats,
Each and every one of them is living by the beats
Of those hearts they once knew and loved,
Until the day came when their affections were shoved

To the ground and shattered, and there is nothing to be done
As they are lost and vacant, for their lovers have won
The lives of other painted dolls and armoured soldiers,
And the weight of their pain is the death on their shoulders.

See how they are scattered across the dusty floor,
Left alone and broken right outside the door.
All unwanted toys of helpless human emotion,
Suspended in the imagined world of devotion.

Discarded without a second thought, we cry
Ourselves to sleep each night, and we try
To comprehend in our crushed minds just where
It all went wrong, and in our cold and empty stares

There is no sign of recognition or motion,
Because we have already drowned in the vast ocean
Of cruelty and despair, and no matter how many
Lifeboats you send, we will not be rescued by any.

When you have loved once, you’ll never love again
Because a piece of you is missing from this pitiful game
Known fondly, formally, to the best of us, as life
Though deep down we know in reality it is strife.

And yet we still wait; feeble and meek,
Day after day, week after lonely week
For that one maker who can transform our pain;
The one who gives us sunshine through dismal rain,

Their heart in a smile, and love in an embrace,
But until then we hide behind this painted face,
And in our eyes the sadness runs through to our minds;
Our existence but a story that bonds and yet binds.