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Broken Pieces of My Soul

Broken pieces of my soul, whispering
In ears that have run off in the night, 
Refusing to hear.
Angry always.

Mouth smiles, for no reason.
Glad ears are gone.
Never liked them anyway.

Smile rolls her eyes, 
Wondering which personality
She will choose not today, but the next minute.

Broken pieces of my soul,
Dancing my dreams, pretending normalcy.
Some awake now. Others long dead.

Buried alive, 
Keeping quiet.
Treading softly. 

Not one around suspects
How truly and utterly
Disjointed and afraid I am.

You have it all 
Someone without a heart says
Or a soul.

I walk away gently,
Glad ears are gone
More than ever now.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 3/12/2019 1:06:00 PM
I suspect that most of us feel this way a lot of the time (I know I do), but no one knows- because there isn't a "safe" place to let down our guards! Exquisitely penned.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/12/2019 9:10:00 PM
Sometimes I do feel this, strongly. We all do. Ha!
Date: 3/12/2019 12:57:00 AM
I hate nosey ears in those moments.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/12/2019 9:07:00 AM
Me too, even if they are my nosey ears.