Shattered Soul
Cast into the deepest,
darkest corner
of humanity.
Slumbering in the depths
of my inner most circle,
is a shattered soul waiting.
Longing to find me,
to hold me
and break me.
A shattered soul
I call my own.
A familiar enemy,
watching and waiting
as I fumble with the pieces
of what once was
and never will be again.
A shattered soul is all I am,
broken pieces scattered near and far.
Copyright © Tanja Vermaak | Year Posted 2014
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