The sky is grey
The air is grey
The fields outside my window are grey
The world is dark
And cold
And miserable
That's how I feel
Inside
But
Then again
In the fields
Sheep roam
White and playful
I am warm
Inside
And
The grass is still green
When the world seems grey
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
