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On My Way Out
by Dan Garcia-BlackPasadena dive
shattered glass
on the bar
on the floor
people mumbling stories
about broken promises
and slivers of painful
ruined relationships.
Cant stand the
morose atmosphere.
So, I leave,
taking care
not to step
on the many shards
of broken heart
on my way out.
06/05/2008 Posted on 06/05/2008
Copyright © 2024 Dan Garcia-Black
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/10/08 at 06:00 PM Seems like I remember scenes like that earlier in my life. Now the heart is still broken, if not the glass on the bar or floor. Thanks for this vivid reminder Dan. |
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