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Broken

Things in our wake.

By Jason Ray Morton Published 3 months ago 1 min read
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Only a part of something that was missing for so long

Until the light shone down onto the world one day

Forever stuck in such a sad, sad song

Only waiting for the violins to start to play

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Until that day, nothing in life was so abundant

The sounds of glee and peaceful tidings rolled off like nothing

Each day felt little more than an exercise in the redundant

Until the day the light shone down with promises of a better something

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For all the fear and all the trepidation

From a life so wrought with unnatural misery and grief

A leap of faith was taken, and you became my fixation

From the loneliness and abandonment, finally feeling some relief

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So long, to believe one is not worthy of something so true

A life spent watching everyone lie before they would disappear

To the heavens, I would be thankful for bringing me to you

No longer were there invisible voices whispering in my ear

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A turbulence erupted so swiftly that from where I did not know

To see the light radiating from you made me naive

No sin too great for me to give up and go

It was only you in whom I would forever believe

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You made me want for the dream

It was something that I would cower and hide from before

A harsh lesson I was due, so it would seem

As the truth was, you always had one foot already out the door

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"It was never love," or so you say

Crueler words have never been spoken

If there's a God in Heaven, may you have to see your sins someday

And etched into your memory, the face of the one you've broken

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sad poetry

About the Creator

Jason Ray Morton

Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.

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  • Novel Allen3 months ago

    How are you Jason. your poem is so sad. Life keeps our heads bowed sometimes, and it is hard to see the light shining above. May your poetry get wings to fly. be well and of great courage. 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗❤️❤️❤️

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