A fracture here,
A fracture there.
Fractures in the mirror everywhere.
I look and see,
A fractured smile.
A broken tear slides,
Down a broken face.
The broken smile slips out of place,
And all I see is a broken face.
The broken face falls from place,
And all that's left is the fractured soul.
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
