table

looking down through his glass 

held by hands like bricks,

he saw where the wine from tears

had left their stains of disappointment 

deep inside the splinters of a broken table.

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jealous

 thickly layered and fragile

he sat in his safe space

framed by the things he’d become.

jealous for never taking chances

or challenging his truths

made of glue and antiseptic.

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leaves

with no thoughts or prayers

he packed up his stuff

and walked through the door of his own secret self,

turning back momentarily to watch

 the leaves begin to fall on his bed.

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hurting

hurting people hurt people,

so before starting to throw rocks

at windows that can’t be repaired…

let me catch your tears

 and wash away the pain 

that will heal over time.

                                                                      

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newspaper

looking out at his life
through the end
of an old rolled-up newspaper,
his clarity imprisoned…
could not see his anger
was being viewed from the wrong direction.

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