My private life is <br />Broken china on wet asphalt <br />Trying to gleam but only a dull reflection <br />Of once art remain, <br />They are jagged <br />No longer tender to touch <br />This crossing <br />That was never done to the full <br />Indifferent wheels crunch <br />Their stubborn will almost to powder <br />But they still are discernible <br />Parts of jaded glass-bits <br />On a perimeter fence <br />A guarded atmosphere, broken <br />Lying on a wet asphalt <br />Tomorrow, washed away, gone<br /><br />Samson Nyarima<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-private-life/
