Breakfast

Breakfast

A Poem by PerpetuallyJune
"

On 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


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

95 Views
Added on August 20, 2015
Last Updated on August 20, 2015
Tags: war, blood, death, daily life

Author

PerpetuallyJune
PerpetuallyJune

Madison, WI



About
I'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