His heart was shattered into shards that stabbed his soul and made it bleed
Every day he tried to put one or two more pieces back together as best he could
And some days his heart broke more than he fixed it, yet overall
Living slowly got better, forever different, but better
It wasn’t who he was
Didn’t they know that?
Everyone should see it. He wasn’t that complicated
Now if he was, well maybe she wouldn’t have left him
That still hurt twenty some odd years later
If time does heal, he must be a man outside of time
That made him chuckle
You would think with a name like Gilgamesh he would know better
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Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
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Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
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Never Short On Words 