July 11, 2015 - Poetry

broken, severed, dismantled entirely

The sad shame of leaving
Drifts over my mind.

A healthy message
Under trees where sunshine and shadow
Meet in Eldorado.

Ride in a car,
Race from afar,
All of us
To the broken past,
Like glass, that can’t paste
Itself together.

You broken theme,
You broken thing,
My broken dream,

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