I wake up again, sweating, panting, and feeling broken.

I reach into my bag and pull out a symbol, a token.

I reflect on the past, my heart breaking in my chest.

My eyes well with tears, longing for only rest.

A broken man, With broken dreams.

Remembering, coming apart at the seams.

So many other nights my dreams escape me.

But this dream, a memory that defines me.

Swept up again in a torrent of emotion.

I allow myself to be carried away by the motion.

All that is inside me spilling onto the floor.

Lost in my misery, this side of me I abhor.

I place the symbol away back into my bag.

And stare at the ceiling as my shoulders begin to sag.

Now is not the time for sadness.

Lest in my grief I succumb to madness.


  • Augustus

    I love the way this reads. Sending positive thoughts

  • WriteBeLight

    I can feel, in your writing, the despair of the loss. Very well done!

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Christina8

    This is a wonderful rhyming poem full of emotion and despair. Either way, you did a great job. Thanks for sharing!

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