Broken

Can one sense his brokenness? One can,
I think. One has to see the gap between
Himself and others, awkward silence, words
Which are not heard the way that they
Were spoken, nights at home alone when
Everybody else is out and living. All those
Others, underneath the costumes they
Put on to try to minimize their gaps, are
No less broken than am I. I wonder,
Do they know?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-08-05 at 23:55

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