Poetry

The Tea Cup

From the bottom
of a tea cup
a sad face stares
back up.
Its eyes are filled
with despair
for a life
beyond repair.
Time goes by
at such a pace.
Dreams disappeared
without a trace.
Loneliness is
the only friend
for a heart
too broke to mend.
Looking back on
a life of regret.
Wishing for once
that he could forget
the reasons for
his isolation
and the cause of
his damnation.

                                                      ~Patrick Doran          

                                                 Wexford, Ireland

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