Posted in Poetry

The Break

The pieces fell-
More than before.
Everything but the frame-
Fell to the floor.
The glue was gone-
And chances were spent.
No opportunity-
To ignore what this meant.
So the pieces they lay-
On the blue bedroom floor.
The only sound left to make-
Was closing the door.
Love still felt-
While everything else was gone.
So much time wasted-
On something so wrong.

Author:

I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.

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