Before I Was A Broken Man

I was different, quite full of hope,
before I was a broken man.
I thought fragility was for others,
my trust so placed in inner strength,
belief in love and romance true,
before I was a broken man.

I was unique, I stood apart,
before I was a broken man.
But now in commonality I’m joined,
with other souls in a sea of hurt,
once I soared above it all,
before I was a broken man.

I once did smile, had faith in joy,
before I was a broken man.
I took from life such pleasure as owed,
my disposition held a positive bent,
with happiness I looked on all,
before I was a broken man.

I was different, so very different,
before I was a broken man.
But life in cruelty and unfair sport,
has hammered and broken all I once was,
and left me with naught but these memories from
before I was a broken man.

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