Broken Shell
To my slaughtered memory
that fainted like a fading flower.
I rejoiced on the day your corpse
laid on cold hand of death.
I was glad,
never to see you rise like smoke.
But tonight, your patience
broke my shell.
Copyright © Peter Phad | Year Posted 2021
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