BrokenHeel on my shoes, as I run into your arms at your homecomingI wasn't sure what to expect, but I never let my nervousness be seen by youTiny flags waved by all who were there,Yet, when I saw your face, neither of us seemed to careBrokenYour body from the grenade to took your left limbThat silver crutch you hold onto so tightlyNow, I hold your other arm and embrace you lightly…….
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The road home isn’t always paradise when your world has become “Broken”.
“The Poetry Of A.H. Scott: Broken”.
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Published on July 04, 2019 02:23