Monday, May 6, 2013

Original Poetry - A Broken Man

She opens her eyes
like the sun breaking through the clouds
and smiles

My heart breaks
because she used to be mine
and I wallow in self pity

Breaking my fast
on stale bread and cold coffee
because I don’t deserve better

Tears fall slowly
like morning dew
on a waking leaf

And I sit
in the broken chair
and stare out the cracked window
of what my life used to be.

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