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©
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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October 26, 2019 at 10:49 AM
It’s not often I find myself reading something so emotionally evoking! I search for them constantly but rarely are my finds this open, raw, and beautifully written! It reminded me of my mother whom I lost to such things but the way you write reminded me of myself- dark, painful, and innocence of truth. Thank you- I wish you well <3
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November 1, 2019 at 10:06 AM
Thank you Kerrie for your kind words...though the content is life changing I tried to put in to retrospect how things can destroy the human condition and it's effect of those close to your heart...take care!
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