Broken Pieces

John Prophet

Broken pieces.
Slog.
Life
can be
a slog.
A brutal
slog.
Riddled
with
minefields.
Dog eat
dog.
Left
bloodied
and beaten.
Not for
the faint
of heart.
Gladiators.
Warriors
on the
battlefield.
The
battlefield 
called
life.
Many fail,
give up
the ghost.
Sometimes.
If you’re
lucky,
very lucky.
Near the
end of the
journey,
the clouds
will break.
The sun
will shine,
warm breezes
envelope.
All then
will be
right with
the world.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 31st, 2021 04:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments +

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  • John Prophet

    Hi Neil.

    I’ve been married to her for 12 years now! Thank you for reading.

    JP

  • Goldfinch60

    That warm breeze has been and come in my life but now is back again and will always be there.

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      Hi Andy,

      Happy to hear that.

      JO



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