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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
05/07/2016
Author's Note: We all those moments. Like wheat, its in everyone's morning.
Posted on 05/07/2016
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