Broken Scales

This poem is one of those ones that presents the struggle between the heart and the mind, between the emotional and the mental, and how justice does not seem to always be just. It is a fickle thing, justice, a very difficult thing to nail down. Why is it that the things that are seemingly the most important, also the hardest to understand?


Broken Scales

I sit down to write again

and the only emotion is anger.

As soon as I start writing,

my mind creeps into the grey

and the red fades away.


Wishful thinking, wistful thinking,

the mind can guide the soul.

But who’s to say

which one should be

the one to lead the way?


Emotional faces mental and

the winner decides the fate.

Salvation in the balance, but

the scales forever broken and

the Lady filled with hate.

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