Sunday, 17 March 2019

So many pieces


So many pieces
So many pieces I have become now
I do not find myself
Amongst these pieces

What was I
Who have I become
I do not know the person
I am now

A scar here
A signature there
A ripped heart
A parched soul

A flesh that lures
An entity, dead within
So many pieces
So many pieces

I have given to each
I am left with nothing now.

©LR



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