Broken People With Torn Pages‏ Poem by steven luneau

One sits in a small room in a chair listening to soft music alone in thought;
Another sits in a smokey piano bar sipping and tipping;
One more across town in a parking lot letter in hand tears in their eyes;
And another at their kitchen table just receiving the news of the loss of a
Loved one.......
Broken people with torn pages.......

All lost for words...all grasping but not knowing how;
All taken aback suddenly.......stunned.
All empty.... drained of strength and will;
All with a common bond but not knowing one another.

Broken people with torn pages....

IED explosion in the middle of the road...
Dark smoke and flames...
Background voices over the radio...
Silence.......

Broken people with torn pages.........