The Broken Light

by Steven Craig

The Broken Light

It was the rain that was falling

Making its little craters in someone’s life

The street was empty

As it lead to the vacant room

The curtains still hung there waving good-bye

The floor was moist as if someone had been there crying

No it was not even the empty tears

It was the ruin

The flickering light

The rust and peeling paint

The room that echoed only darkness

In that was the root of it all

A thing that never grew

A life over

That will never smile again

Turning out the light meant so much

Even though there was no meaning there

It still meant more than it ever should have

It was just a simple emptiness that lived on

Down the empty street

Thought the falling rain


Author's Note: We all those moments. Like wheat, its in everyone's morning.

Posted on 05/07/2016
Copyright © 2020 Steven Craig

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/10/16 at 02:27 PM

"It was just a simple emptiness that lived on" - great line. Thanks.

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