Andrew Fairchild Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 2 'I Am a Broken Man Without a Home'

I am a broken man without a home*,
My teeth don't feel right... and I sometimes shake.
There is a difference, now that you are gone.
Of all these, only pain keeps me awake:
Sunsets, cold breezes, heat, and pain, and time...
Of all of these, just pain keeps me awake!
I have a scurvy mood, and there's no lime...
And I am dumb and blind and full of ache.
...And yet, I dream, and Live and Love to Sing!
I go outside, am struck!  I can't stay numb!
I pray like Joy's my only steadfast thing!
I bleed, and hurt, stumble... my Voice goes dumb...
But none of these can equal your sweet Smile!
And so, I'll stop, and SEE it, for a while!

*NOTE:  For Honesty's sake:  I am not homeless, AF

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P.S. Awtry November 25, 2018 at 9:02 AM Andrew, this is beautiful. It captures the heart from the first line. :) Andrew Fairchild November 29, 2018 at 5:16 AM I am really touched that you think so. Thank You.

Andrew Fairchild November 2, 2018 at 4:50 PM NOTE: I am not homeless. 'without a home' is just a FEELING. Had to say that for honesty's sake.