Sonnet: Broken

I am many different kinds of broken.
Yet when seen through a screen, no-one believes
That behind my smile and big words is me
This tired person who is almost coping

Offered support is a friendly token
One with which, I am unsure I agree
For offers offer very little real reprieve
When you sleep through life and can’t be woken

For the help that truly must be given
By a willing bodied society
The basic rights, paired with provision
Are the ingredients to live life free

From duty, honour and obligation
Being put before self-preservation

©DSCoremans

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