Broken
I'm broken...
shattered....
in pieces on the floor,
the invisible shards no one looks
for once they clean up the main mess of shattered glass,
I am the dust bunnies under the couch,
the dust particals in the air,
I am nothing,
yet when the time comes
I will fight back with all the power I have.
Copyright © Laycie Premoe | Year Posted 2017
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