Day 6: Broken

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Inpired by Tina Turner

Who needs a heart when it can be broken?

And the cord of friendship severed by a sliver of whisper?

Who needs affection when it expires in a sudden

And the tears gush and run its serpentine course in a flicker?

Last night a lil’ girl took a slug to the head;

Some tried to snatch her baby bro and she ain’t let go but held.

It was money over sympathy, if you can picture the scenario;

This is Fate writing his trademark epic and making a cameo.

Love is captive of his odyssey;

Lost, draggled, and unable to chart his way thro the storm.

Mortality rate maneuvers geometric duplicity.

But hey! What do you expect when cold is the new compassion?

Who needs a heart when it can be broken?

Who needs total recall when old hurts can be reopened?

Who needs friendship when friendship betrays with speed?

Who needs a neighbor when he can turn around and stab you in the back?

Who needs sincerity when deceit gives better visibility?

Who needs fulfillment when it can be a setback?

Who needs a voice when words can be hokum?

This realm’s history is stippled in a mire of tragic inventory.

Who needs a smile when it can be betrayal’s seedling?

Folks take one look at their life and don’t seem to understand.

Man just bring himself to dig why he’s still breathing.

Seriously, who needs expectation when it can vaporize in a flash?

Who needs a heart when it can be broken?

Who needs perseverance when it can fizzle into thin air?

Who needs promises when it dies on the lips unspoken?

Who needs passion when it can lose its flare?

When the heart turns cold it can freeze up dunes of the Sahara;

And lust intervolves with strange fires and consumes like hunger.

But we have forgotten how to translate courage into victory.

We’ve had our souls seared to unfeeling and treasure ashes from former glories.

Who needs focus when it can derail and bite the dust?

The center will not hold the quality of our persistence.

And as day churns out night, darkness deepens at dusk.

Hearts which once were strung on feeling grow tense.

Who needs a heart when it can be broken?

Who needs ingenuity when it can be duplicated?

Who needs a laugh when it can be dampened?

Our travels and destinations are fiercely parted.

Who needs symphony when it can be jangling discord?

Who needs survival when it can dissolve into suicide?

We trudge along like hell’s own option; lambs for the sacrifice.

Who needs tradition when it can be tabooed?

And a set of rules when they can be trespassed?

Who needs law when sin produces its own fruit?

Who needs emotion when it can be repressed?

Who needs a heart when it can be broken?

And who needs faith when it can be lost?

Who needs alibi to travel the road less taken?

Who needs hope when it can come at a terrible cost?

Life is what we put into it but look what came out of ours;

We spun conspiracy theories and trapped ourselves in its cocoon.

Sight of this tragedy rips resolve from our bowels;

The universe is steadily feeding on itself in cahoots with doom.

But who needs little steps when you can stumble and land on your butt?

Who needs relationship when it can keel over and plunge you into deepest depths?

Who needs ears when it can be crammed with tales of love’s loss?

Who needs guts when it can dig deep to where your darkest secret is kept?

Who needs a heart when it can be broken?

Who needs zeal when it can be weakened?

People’s feelings been hardened against the thought of hurt;

Folks will do anything to conceal the impression of devotion.

We cannot open up to situations which tug at the heartstrings

Cause we’re scared of the recklessness of allure.

We tense up at the notion of what the day might bring.

Who needs kindness when it can be misinterpreted?

Who is willing to break the paralysis and strike out at inertia

At its lowest ebbs? Who needs rage to unleash the anticipated?

Who needs karma at the possibility of dementia?

Who needs reflection when painful things are real and familiar?

Who needs a heart when it can be broken?

Who needs a hush when silence can be consent?

And why lend your voice to a strange cause when you ain’t a push button?

Who needs eyes to behold when it can be license

To glimpse scenes that never needs be only to get demons woken?

Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?

Akpan