My Broken Pieces

POEM " MY BROKEN PIECES" by martin gedge Early morning train on a rain October froze coffee brewing circles cross the senses of my nose a nervous night of sleeping tossing over in my bed not a wink to sink my eyes resting pillows in my head it's 6am my holding hand is shaking like the wind I can't see for the shadows from the southern comfort in I light another cigarette to ease my peace of mind knowing it's a token for all the broken that I find I'm skinny as rail ,skin and as pale as deadly grave master of my life on this knife of misbehave my arms alarmed with needle pricks, sticks and throwing stones my backs upon the rack of every crack head that I've known in the fear across the mirror is a reflection of my fate just watching as I'm fading while the saving is too late a light of warmth a blessing while I'm dressing in this room a habit like a rabbit multiplying every wound the less of my expression is the guilt of being fake there is no doubt when I go out another bone to break and I smile to all the while with pain pounding in my heart walking down the pavement as a target for a dart a victim with the symptoms in a chill to kill my ill a bottle in a basket case to waste my dying will and with every breath I'm left in the days that I must spend I take a hold of every load on the road that seals my end.... by martin gedge©