B R O K E N
The splintering sound, the shattering
of my drinking glass
This put paid to my sleeping beauty as
gloss
But it was only my relationship that was
poorly broken
Even though my heart had me earlier
fortoken
But I have since gathered myself to avert
more loss
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2023
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