Trim the hedge, Mow the Lawn;
In bed at dusk, up at dawn.
The mowers engine likes to roar,
Same routine as the day before.
Eggs for breakfast, Turkey for lunch;
The chipotle sauce packs a punch.
Dirty dishes fill up more,
Same routine as the day before.
The same picture always falls,
One of her face, kept upon the wall.
Late at night it hits the floor,
Same routine as the day before.
His daughter left years ago,
The wretched pain of being alone.
He checks his voicemail after four,
Same routine as the day before.
His closet contains a wedding dress,
He kept it close once his wife left.
He checks that it's there and closes the door,
Same routine as the day before.
Everyday he visits her grave,
He grabs a guitar and begins to play.
"Everyday I miss you more."
Same routine as the day before.
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Poetry To Ease The Pain
PoezjaA collection of poems i plan on publishing. This is one of my last attempts to share these thoughts with anyone who will listen. A cry for help and understanding if you will. I hope the readers are able to use this as a way to feel connected. A way...
