BreakfastA Poem by PerpetuallyJuneOn how sometimes our daily lives seem like a war.
Breakfast lays cold on the table from this morning,
a white napkin draped over it like the white sheets they drape over the ones who have given up. Strawberry jam blots the white napkin like the crimson that blots the tourniquets of the wounded Breakfast lays cold on the table from this morning because I gave up on it like you gave up on me. © 2015 PerpetuallyJune |
Stats
95 Views
Added on August 20, 2015 Last Updated on August 20, 2015 Tags: war, blood, death, daily life AuthorPerpetuallyJuneMadison, WIAboutI'm a college student and musician from a small town in Washington state, attending college in Wisconsin. I write mostly prose and poetry, but dabble a little in short fictional stories. I'm a hopeles.. more..Writing
|