Inside
I wrote poetry decades ago but had to give it up.
I wrote this fourty years ago
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Inside
Inside a tear is shed
The clock is ticking slowly
Pieces of a broken heart lie shattered on the floor
A table one set for two is set for one.
An imagined child one gets one goodnight kiss,
Only one hand to hold,
A faded picture is hidden by a dead rose.
A body once alive fades away,
A tear leaves an eye from a child who was never to be.