Thursday, September 19, 2013

Broken Cup

The surprise of the inevitable
awaited me there
the soft voice resounding
across in the chair
the law of destruction
was courted and won
deceits arranged
as sharp as a gun
you opened my soul
to the agony there
safely watching
me give way to despair
a recent ache
but oh so familiar
clouded my vision
of one once so clear
I am a broken cup
my pain spilling away
running, over, each drop
in a pool it did lay
by now I was lost
in my own overflow
why should I stay
it was past time to go
I disolved in one breath
and joined the winds flow
scattering me everywhere
that the breeze does flow

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