Broken Glass

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I

Day, melting lavender into

darkness all around me

fragrance, from roses

straying; all the sadness

in the sweet – sweetness

in the sad

Nothing begins, nothing ends

that is not paid for with

pain and tears

I I

I am sick of loneliness

heartache, grief, but most

of all; I am sick of me!

sad, strange, hopeless

dying eyes – lips that kiss

no more – with all regret

the waste of my life

I I I

Woe today and coming tomorrow

where is found a limit to these

sorrows?

My sins, my fate in agony

hanging here beneath the

balancing sky

Alas; it creeps, dark and light

All life

More afraid to live than to die

IV

The glass is half full

yet my glass is broken

This heart in slow decay

my days in the yellow leaf

fair hope is gone and all

the flowers dying

A sad and lonely life I lead

the last leaf

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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