My broken days

"My broken days" - poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text:

My broken days are not what you see

They’re not in the parting of my lips

Or my shadowed gaze

You’ll find them deep in my bones

Finely etched fractures of stories half-written

A curation for no one’s sake

But the art of a mortal life

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