Tapping his fingers
upon wooden desk , Albert
wished he'd done much more
all the times he spent
away from his family
touring the country
had left him in a
state of winter emptiness
of frozen raindrops
his banjo his friend
his only friend , his wife , his
two children now gone
taken way to soon
from a tragic accident
flowers never grew
there spirits now fly
echoing through his cracked walls
of a broken heart
his sorrowful heart
numb and black with depression
took over his soul
he gave a sigh of
regret as he looked outside
his window of pain
shelves of unread books
decorated the sky , soft
snowflakes stood still
an empty armchair
a brown stained cup of coffee
floated in-between
a jack in the box
popped up every hour , a
small hand fades away
a pretty apron
covered in painted saucepans
danced with a big spoon
he bowed his head , his
eyes filled with tears like bright stars
twinking at night
his feet rooted deep
under the ground clinging to
a life he once knew
until spring leaves blossomed
spreading a rush of warm love
into his heart
he opened his eyes
to a sky of birds flapping
there wings happily
and for the first time
in a long time , he watched
the golden sunrise
And he knew there and
then he must forgive himself
for the life he'd lived
just exploring and being creative and imaginative write done in haiku style :)