___Broken Poet

Fallen apart I lay down    
just to be,

day old has gone away,
heart ache wait
and fading smile,

turn, turn and live, toil, toil and spin
and drag your heals again,

all along knowing this Poet be broken;
broken in two and woke,

it has to be this way,

authentic, melancholic,
singing in the background,

all my chords
are pulled upon,

wind blowing on this sojourned face,
and rain come down on me,

I’m alive and revived,

In pain and want and banter
is found this Broken Poet

Kevin Wordsmith Writer
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