Broken Exhaustion Poem by Geoffrey Lambert

Broken Exhaustion



I am breathless
and I am restless

All I see is a cloud
to which I am not proud

Penniless
with broken exhaustion

Waste and haste
has no time or place

High's and Low's bring the blows
I reap what I sow

Pity in the city
I can't help this ditty

Cracked and splintered
pain in my vein

Up and down
scared of that clown

I am broken

Sunday, February 8, 2015
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