Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Free verse

Deception of Breakage

Broken hearts, but fixed faces.
                                        No scares on outer appearance.
                                           scares and dim stars within.
                                              Peace on the outside,
                                                   but war within.
                             You never truly seen the home,until you walk in.
                                 Glass broken in every room,while pretty
                                decorations outside,leaving you to assume.
                                                
                                      Any home might need a good broom.
                                      Until you walk in please don't assume.

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Cecilia Macfarlane May 7, 2012 at 7:16 PM Excellent write and insight!

Sara Kendrick May 7, 2012 at 3:56 PM Yes, in the home as well as on the face one can't know until they enter..Enjoyed..Sara

Deborah Burch May 7, 2012 at 1:46 PM This Elliott is the best yet...I have to fave this one...Well Done...Well Done...big hugs, love ya deb

Andrea Dietrich May 7, 2012 at 8:17 AM so true, so sadly true, Elliot!

Pace Ink-U-Script May 7, 2012 at 5:56 AM I agree with the other two poets Elliott!! Good looking out!!

Kash Poet May 7, 2012 at 3:23 AM Very good poem on life.Enjoyed reading it.

Harry Horsman May 7, 2012 at 2:44 AM brilliant poem, Elliot, life is only skin deep and you bring this out so well. enjoyed. harry