Broken Man

Seas fall unto silence cries the broken man.
Mirrors reflect memories not to understand.
Mountains crumble to dust he cries again.
Tears pool beneath his feet as his pain begins.

From bended knee; by the hush of the silent sea,
Broken man pleads release; begging to be free.
Stars twinkle and spit in the night sky overhead.
Whispers dilute him revealing that he's already dead.

"Can't be...can't be" cried the broken man.
For I still see; I smell, I touch the soil with my hand.
Shhhh comes now the whisper likened unto the wind.
Darkness hath come delivered, true night begins.

J. Allen Wilson © 9/2007
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