Tuesday, November 6, 2007

you broke my cup

In this broken cup I hold
all shattered things,
hearts that will not mend
and bodies crushed
by one false fling.
Why moan about the glue
that binds your cup?
When fear is rending
we need a greater glue.

Forgive my anger
that you broke my cup.

1 comment:

Smalley said...

I loved reading this poem. It says so much in so few words. Hope you post a few more.