Like a Glass Dishpan

June 6, 2010
By Anonymous

As I sit here in the corner frowning,
with your picture in my mind.
I ask myself how could I have been so blind.
In misery, I'm drowning.

I cannot explain this feeling.
Your smile, laugh, and hair
they have all gone elsewhere.
I stop and look up at the ceiling.

Only when I stopped to think about it
I realized that it was over before it began.
But I would never admit
just sitting here like a dead man.
Lost and exposed, I felt like a dimwit,
broken like a glass dishpan.

The author's comments:
This is the first sonnet that I have ever written. I'm trying to perfect my poetry, but I think I'm far from it.

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