BROKEN PIECES

PHOTO BY PIXABAY

These eyes have cried

A thousand tears

Sporadic as an evening shower

The periwinkles are drenched

But the grass does not shine

An overflowing fountain

I can no longer suppress

Not a dime to my name

For my one true wish

Speechless I have become

Constant quiver of the tongue

Restrain me from climbing out

Of a hole that is dismal and dark

Surely whatever I touch

Never turns to gold

Like a star that shone bright

Standing victorious

My sense of hearing

Is in impeccable form

I heard the slamming of the door

A daunting echo

I will never forget

Knowing without

A shadow of a doubt

You were gone

Never to return

A love once united

A life now divided

Yet in this existence

We must live

You will live without my love

And I will live with your choice

Monica St Hillaire, 2020.