Neville

Broken

 

Broken  

 

The night arrived on time

Dark and desperate

Descending sweet yet tainted  

Like black treacle

Cracked as old stained glass

Upon an empty table  

Pain weary and measured

In the weight of dried fruit and

Petals of flowers strewn  

Reed like tall and proud

Tho yesterday we were bowed

Seriously bent bruised and bled  

Twas then we ached aloud 

Broke eternal

Pon both linen sheet and cloud