Broken Pieces

What a stupid I've been,
to think I have friends,
I've always felt that way.
I haven't found a person yet,
who wants to make my day.
Funny how life deals the cards.
And never gives a winning hand,
You may get your four aces,
but you're out of chips as planned.
Today's the day what can I say,
but bye, so long, fare well.
Of course again I have no clue,
and all I had was strength from you,
but once again the tricks played,
and I'm all alone again this day.
Today, I'm filled with troubles,
self doubt, and worthlessness.
All I wanted was just a bit,
of comfort and happiness.
But once again my hopes and dreams,
have gone into the drink,
And here I sit alone and scared,
the boat I'm on about to sink,
and no one there to save me,
or at least to say they cared.
I'm just this close to giving up,
I cannot bear this loving cup,
It's falling off the table,
right before my eyes,
I watch it in slow motion,
as it hits the floor,
and breaks in a million pieces.
With that I'm broken too,
and find not a drop of glue,
to put it all together again,
This time it will take a friend.


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