Broken



A trip
Off the road of embodiment
Making me a perfect deficiency

I am a perfect imperfection
Transformed into formulated formalities
Formalities of hardship until joy

Making me understand I must
Break through this formalities
To have a formal breakthrough

I have to suck pains in excess
To attain success.

Before I could enjoy
I have to endure

Like a space wagon
I had to wag on through the space of life.

Had to make it through the rough roads

To get a token
I have to be broken.

And to be a star
I have to eat with rats

But who enters this conquest
A whole man
And leaves perfect ?

This question
I ask
For I'm broken

®Sam Petros
©2020

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