Broken Man

So many memories gone by

I dream of anything else

But this

When I thought I was timeless

My life held on to so much

Still though it has a way of feeling

And feeding the hunger inside

I long for the emptiness that follows

A consequence of the broken man

That may never be mended


To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.