The Fragments Of My Poetry

The fragments of my poetry
Mirror the tempests green
The billows black and frothing
In my breast.

The fragments of my poetry
Are chromosomes littered randomly
But from them the body of poetry
Can rise.

The fragments of my poetry
Are like the broken mirror:
That I broke silently -
My heart is broken.

poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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