Broken Reed

It no longer sways with the wind,
Not because it’s become stronger than the breeze,
But because the will to move is lost,
It’s too weak to find a rhythm.
The wind whistles around it,
Its kin sway with the song,
But he looks down to the ground,
Broken.

He once stood tall,
With the future beckoning him,
He once held a heart of hope,
And a love for the song and dance,
Yet now he fears each passing day,
That he may wither away,
That the sun which gave him hope,
Now signals the broken dream.

Each day all he can do is wait,
He already knows his fate,
He lives in a harsh reality,
That a broken reed has no place in this world,
He knows he can never be mended,
That the end is nigh,
This is the broken heart,
The broken reed.