Things have a tendency of breaking around here
Broken glasses, broken hearts,
A broken thought which sounds like a broken record
There are days like this
Always have been and always will be
Makes me think I’d like to douse this whole place,
In rancid gasoline,
Then just set it all ablaze
But you can’t get blood from a stone
I know this because I’ve tried
All you end up with is endless, bloodless,
Failure
Failure to see things differently
A failure to put a new spin on these broken pieces
So I just do what I always keep doing
I pour a nice drink,
I stare down at my old typewriter,
And think and wish for the times back,
When everything seemed easier,
Peaceful and good
© Dicky J Loweman 2015