By Ftsum Michael

Broken
Not even in despair
As if there is no feeling left
Is there such emotion?

Numbness
From all the pain endured
The diagnosis from I, yet no cure

Content
Will I ever be?
Why, is there such a thing?

Depravities
Casted away from my will
Though darkness has crept in
Darkness of my own intuition

The Bartering of my soul
For what, whom?
What do I seek?
Broken

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Ftsum Michael is a first-year transfer/junior studying Economics and English Literature here at SU. His passions, although, are playing guitar, as well as writing songs and poetry. His fascination behind poetry is in how it resonates with the reader, or rather poetic expression.