She looked at the cup on the sink
The solitary cup
Like it was the most important thing in the world
She saw a man, full of promises
She saw another man, devastated
The promises didn’t last
Forgiveness begged
The door closing
Reality
She grabbed the cup
Smashing it into pieces
She gazed at the scene
Fascinated
Every piece representing her life
She started to laugh
Uncontrollably
Anyone watching, thinking
Great joke,
They would be right
She thought to herself.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2022 04:36
- Category: Sad
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Creating the scenes that the higher might write…acting the scenes as the actors stop awhile, noticing the shattered pieces of life that emerged out of choices of life…so true dear Paul…why do I keep resonating so much with your lines….thanks for penning these lines…
I think we all think the grass is greener at some point.
Well I feel like calling the greener grass at my side…
I liked your poem, nice how you wrote how she looked at that shattered cup like her life. nicely penned
I suppose in that instance it was her life.
When we make the right choice Paul life can be wonderful.
Andy
It sure can.
This was so visual I could almost reach out and touch her shoulder or hear her mania. Very lovely piece. Thanks for sharing.
Reality did hit hard.
It often does at our pivtol moments, you got the significance of the cup very well.
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