Left In Pieces
The broken pieces,
through which i see,
have the power,
to render me,
helpless to all,
invisible to you,
here i stay,
shattered anew,
this makes no sense,
what broken thing does?
treading carefully,
i'm shattered because,
i crossed a line,
made a mistake,
pain envelopes the pieces,
with each breath i take.
Copyright © Maridean Willimson | Year Posted 2012
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