Fragmented

Fragmented Worn out My veil has been stretched and torn at it seams My face tells a story Hardened by the damp and the cold Embittered and coarsened by the wind The heavy gusts blow me To and fro In a whirlwind Stranded and distant Solitary Solitude Solo My hands shiver in the cold The frostbite takes hold of me My clothes have become tatty and battered Dusted and covered in mud My soul lives in a different realm Beyond myself My eyes and the soul concealed behind it Is a façade It shows a person and a soul But it is merely an after-image A ghost A story And a front Sadly My soul has long since been dead.