Broken

by mike ernst   Jan 28, 2012


Grandpa watches his small ones running, learning, happy, living, laughing

Papa this, papa that,please be happy laugh with us papa
he tries to smile lovingly,truthfully,honestly

But his efforts are larbored,forced, something is missing, he is incomplete

He is a shell distant in thoughts, merely a reflection in a broken mirror of a broken mask on a broken man

m. ernst 2012

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