Poems for the Broken.

Imagine.

The bright lights hurt my eyes.

He came alert.

The laughter throughout the house has
A dull, gloomy, joyless chemistry.

The crown was a bowl with tears;
A brimming pail of salt water.

I just can't bring myself
To kill the tree of lively work.

This is too brittle.

Fragile.
He's been for years,
Broached the subject of end.

He can imagine.