Broken

Crushed

Left alone in the morning hour

In the old wet rain

 

No embrace

Or soft touch

Alone with a bad taste in my mouth

As I shake my head and squint

 

Broken

Defeated

Empty without a heart

No longer full of desire, more ache

 

Captivated by her smile

Her wonderful kindness

And beautiful brown eyes

I’ll never share

 

Broken

Stranded

I have a full bed to myself now

Nothing close, nothing to care for

 

Remembering her scent

Getting wrapped up in it all

All I can do is twist and turn

And rub the lasting one on

 

Broken

Lost

Not knowing what to do

I should run, escape

Close up shop

Pour my tears

And lock the doors

 

 

 

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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