falling into the sullen <br />gray slumber of <br />my broken dreams <br />to the off-key melody <br />of my broken guitar <br />echoing the sound <br />of my broken heart <br />i yearn for glue <br />with which to mend <br />my broken home <br />that shattered along <br />with the pink guitar <br />both, when whole, <br />held beautiful music <br />but now i have only <br />scars as my token <br />of a life that lies <br />in hell, alone and broken. <br /> <br /> <br />(alternate ending. w.i.p.) <br /> <br />so i gathered all the pieces <br />though sharp edges <br />drew my blood <br />and fashioned a new heart <br />with holes to let love in <br />for i refuse to stay <br />alone and broken. <br /> <br />(2010)<br /><br />Rafe Chanteloup<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-work-in-progress/
