BROKEN.

John Rohner

Broken glass falls
on a cracked road.
a broken man
walks on glass,
and rests on nails.
Pain is of yesterday,
realism is here.
and everything's falling
and broken
like the man
after midnight
with the moon's full light 
shining
on the glistening stream
falling down
a broken man's 
face.

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