The Broken Window (Short Poem)
Through the broken window I see a broken world
Abandoned, lost and forgotten. A society unfurled
In the broken window I see memories of your face
Walking away angry departing forever this place
On the broken window lies a coat of my blood
Flowed out of me there, poured out like a flood
Around the broken window the paint is peeling
Seems to be symbolic of what I should be feeling
Under the broken window lie fragments of glass
Reflecting the torment of a long tortured past
Beside the broken window a table of steel
Cold and unmoving, this is how I truly feel
The world darkens, but the window remains
Never to be repaired shattered in its frame
That broken window was the cause and the start
And now in the end resembles my heart
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