Shattered
My head quite often clattered
The thought of her never ceases
Now looking so old and tattered
Seems my hearts left in creases
Once again brused and battered
By the female of the species
Though hardly am l flattered
Every breath she squeezes
But guess never really mattered
As her doing whatever she pleases
Though now l feel like l'm shattered
And into a thousand and one peaces
Old peace taken from poem called broken trying to be abstract here written 2002
Copyright © David Scott | Year Posted 2021
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