I sat at a table, and I read to the local alcoholic.
I read to him his friends poems, I watched as he shed tears for his beloved friend.
As I tried my hardest not to shed my own tears, because watching this man in front of me: a man that has been in my life since I was a young child.
It broke my heart, because I had never seen him show so much emotions; so much sadness.
But as I watched as he wiped away his tears and put on a smile, it really showed me how vulnerable and broken inside he was.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Yet Poetic.
PoetryA book of poems that I have written and will eventually edit. I have written some of these, when I was at my lowest. And I hope that they might help and appease those who have the courage and motivation to read them. I will add more, when I get insp...
