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Broken Nest

A Poem

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My nest is broken
because one left
if only for a time
it makes it no easier
a father without a son
rudderless and lonely
as I weave the nest
so I don’t fall through
and plummet down
into a spiral of despair
when nothing is wrong
except that I succeeded




A place to call my own. Poetry by Jonathan Greene.

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Jonathan Greene

Jonathan Greene

Father, poet, writer, real estate investor/team leader, certified life coach, sociable introvert. Curating a meaningful life. IG: trustgreene |

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