The Ballad Of Every Man Poem by Danny Robbins

Through broken shades
the morning sun burns wet eyes.
Amongst the rays, she fades
a broken heart burried alive
-never dies.

A vexed appetite for love,
hunger dominates, allows fate to miss.
In the mirror: a handless glove.
Robbed of purpose by the lips
-of his last kiss.

A million miles below,
the horns begin to wail and scream.
Her hand warms; her eyes glow.
'Does the sun still rise,
-while I dream these dreams? '

Sullen, broken.
Her idea sits like a queen of a king,
upon his mind - a broken soul is token.
Until weary eyes and weary thoughts are washed away by a phone
-singing it's ring.